The truth is always a weapon in your enemy's hands, without thought, we all jump to take a second chance. I will deprive you of my most precious secrets.
This cup is filled with my imperfections, overflowing with the worst intentions. If there was an exit I'd be the first to go, to laugh and say I told you so.
For each word there's one forgotten. For each thought a memory rotten.
Is life death in its purest form? It's not the best time for your lazy mourns. We didn't choose to be put here but that doesn't mean you should disappear.
The world makes me hate everything, can't flush these thoughts down the kitchen sink. The more I age the less I can bare. It looks like I was a little less than prepared.
We think too much, but not enough. Always ending up at we're all fucked. You cannot change what is wrong with words to a song.