my skin is being taken
i've already lost so much
"god knows me better" i try
to tell myself
the severity?
it would be a nightmare either way
you must make me unobsessive and solve my problems you must be my friend and want whats best from me; i gotta quit weed this week, i wish i can fill it with dancing and working out, oh please god, supernatural energy
i've already given up
there wasn't a time when i haven't
i'm a wuss
and that junk bothers me
i want to live against my brothers
in all the thoughts that are in
this is why it's going to kill me
make me do it for me
what about the second chance? don't i get a hand up? i would love you if it matters whether i love you or not?