well i've killed everyone that i love in my head because its just so much easier to love someone if you think that they're dead
oh i'll tear off your arms and your legs and your head and i'll cry at your funeral then go back to bed
i've heard its harder to sleep in a bed that you've been in all day seems that way i've even tried thinking of colors but everything comes out as grey i can't stop looking for needles when i go to hit the hay go to sleep well i'm trying my best but it seems that my brain has far too much to say
well i hate everyone that i've ever met because its just so much easier to hate everyone when you spend all your nights alone in bed
oh well i'll sit here for hours on end until my thoughts start again my new tv best friend will tell me its pretend oh fuck do i need the rest