i'm on that different type of high, heroin

In all honesty i don't know what to write anymore, writing was always something i did with out any problem ( Read more... )

Why do people do such mean things to me?

to find perfection in my pride, to see nothing in the light.

before it gets any better we're headed for a cliff
and in the free fall
i will realize
i'm better off when i hit the bottom

I never want to leave my bed again.

I know what i want,
what i wants right here with you

I want you bad enough that....

i'd settle for "pretend girlfriend" any day.

I don't know who i am anymore
i've lost my reality.

everything.

I want my dad back.