Here we go.
And what a beautiful sight.
If you like your eyes to bleed.
Emotionless you attack my nervous system.
Like a heartless disease.
Anyone you come in contact gets a black, black, plague.
Bottles of pills weeks to heal.
I wonder if it would be quicker to gash my head open with a crowbar.
Where's all the fun kid.
And can you see the lines cast down from your reflection.
You're not an affection for me.
It seems you long since cared for me.
What a sad day this is.
When words no longer carry meaning to your frozen heart.
Don't count on me.
To light you a bonfire this is all I have to offer you.
Where's all the fun.