• the scars on my heart run wild and deep.

    every wound not inflicted makes it bleed.

    and when my heart bleeds

    i can only laugh.

    at me in my stupid memories

    long ago past.

    sure, i hurt some,

    but it wasnt enough

    to defend myself.

    they only attacked harder,

    more wild, more viscious.

    and now i guess,

    if it wasnt for mental help,

    id be sleepin with the fishes.

    of course you destroyed it

    and arnt you proud?

    until you look up

    and see me looking down.

    I will mess with your head,

    and feed on your heart.

    this time,

    my "friend"

    i will be the one to tear you apart.