I've detested myself for twenty-one years And it only gets worse Every word that comes out Is the wrong one A strong one That kills in the long run Dear Barrel-In-Mouth Can you fire a solution this way? Because I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending that the good outweighs
Tell me how it feels to like yourself There are no shortcuts to love, but I found one to death
I refuse to smile, I've got too much to lose Another trust to defile. A blue man can never bruise
Treating myself to a bullet
Dare we underestimate the circumference of a lie? Its lethal diameter. Your secret's save with everybody
Sweet Barrel-In-Mouth, can you fire a solution this way? When will the good outweigh?