heres a question and i know you will never be honest
the population asked what happened
and why you fell away from me
and when you tell them you dont know
i will laugh and tease about how ive been right the whole time
but inside im dying...im outside am i crying?
lying alone in my room regrets were made for suckers
stab myself continuously with the pen i used to
write the phone numbers ill never call again
on the back of my hand
i wish you were here, you could stop my bleeding
and start my breathing