I'm wasting my young years. It doesn't matter. I'm chasing wrong ideas. Well you built up a world of magic because your real life is tragic.I like to keep my issues strong. It's always darkest before the dawn.I wanna drink until I hate. Burning up a bible. Feeling super-super suicidale. Pretty lies the ugly truth. Show me colors of your sky but all I see is grey. You lost when you lied. Promise me but you never try. No black or bloody bruises. No trace for what you do. You win, I'm always losing. You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway. You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs. You're giving me the coldest stare, like you don't even know I'm here. Get distracted by my music, think of nothing else but art. I'll write my loneliness in poems. There's a house in the forest where her days are forgotten. By the lake she dropped her dreams. And there's no remedy for memory your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head. Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine but I wish I was dead.