i’m getting tired of lying alone in my bed, and wondering why i’m alone in my bed. and i know that it’s cliche but i couldn’t give a fuck about anything that isn’t me. but what did you expect me to do? is the world this fucked up? or am i just fucked up? questions with answers that i don’t wanna know. thank god for all of my friends, i’d fucking die without them, turn my back walk off the edge. I can’t breathe, your mouth is open, i can’t breathe, your lips are shaking , i can’t breathe, your mouth is open, i can’t breathe, you don’t deserve this. I won’t see the end of this