i have the worst luck of anyone i know.

fuck all you fucking cunts.

and fuck my friends who were supposed to be best.

i have the prettiest friends ever. and i love you girls so fucking much.

you turned your back, on all we've been through.
the times we shared,
i don't miss you.
but i miss, who you used to be.

i'm not even upset. i just don't care anymore. fuck yah bro!

when these fists are grenades and the pin has been played i'm taking you with me...

M

so i'll set it on self destruct and i'm taking your pathetic heart with me.

and i cried, no this isn't right! you destroyed the masterpiece i had so carefully constructed in my head. the one i've been working on for the past 3 years. i knew not just any lyrics or stupid quotes would work for a boy like you. that's when i began my work of art, the perfect attempt to make you mine. you see, i used porcelin for your soft fragile skin, envy for your fucking gorgeous eyes, blood for your hissing lips, a knife for that smile, and a stone to match your fucking cold heart.

i hate feeling the way i feel, someone make me happy.