i've had this dead weight, pesimism resting on my head it's pulsating and pulling at my insides collapse inside of me, collapse inside of me it's tearing me, it's terribly constricting sing to me, sing to me on and on and on on and on and on
the thoughts of you are begging me to sing along
scream at me, scream at me on and on and on i've had this notebook for years a collecetion of my thoughts and memories
it's been my way my way to climb to get back into me
and i won't plee, no more please
i'm a hypocrite and all the things they see
take away all the poison left in me left in me take away all the ringing in my ears your voice left in my skin the poison in my mouth
take away all the stingers left in my skin in my skin take away all the stingers left in my skin