March 2012
Vad ska du bli när du blir stor? Ska du bli som far och mor? Ska du bli en boss, en försäljare, Eller disponent nånstans? Kanske nöjer du dej med Vilket jävla skitjobb som helst. Du bara bryr d
But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When
Stick to my guns and I watch the darkness fill the void am I starting to become what I was sent here to destroy in the mirror I see you staring back at me Each time the hatered grows I forget which s
I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven.
Life it seems, will fade away Drifting further everyday Getting lost within myself Nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Nee