why the fuck do i think you care how much i hate my life?
why do i wonder, in the night, why i live with all this strife?
how many times must i say what i'm gonna do
before i kill myself because of you
how can i make them see before the end
make them listen to me and know it's not pretend?
how can they know it's not pretend?
how can they understand...???
they are not like me, they are not in my skin.
i am not in control anymore....
this is a mad empty cable car on a rampage for rage...
a search for blood.
a need to take revenge on everyone who is normal.
a need, an urge...
to destroy beauty for the last time,
till none remains.
what do i have?
i have nothing but pain.
pain and anger.
i cannot kill the pain inside my heart,
so why not replace it with your pain?
why not make you feel the way i do,
so that maybe you can understand...
what did i do?
what did i do to deserve this life, this pain...
this hell....
such a thing as happiness is irretrievable.
