so let's make friends with all our enemies
and remember things how they used to be
because life is short, but lonely nights are long
sometimes we all need to admit we're wrong
so let's make up, and let's be friends
this can't be how the story ends
life is short, hard times are long,
appreciate things like your favorite song
"when the music hits you, you feel no pain"
so let's make friends with all our enemies
and remember things how they used to be
because life is short,
but memories last long
we can all admit we're wrong
so let's make up, and let's be friends,
be okay with how the story ends

Oh I'm lost out at sea

Because peaks require valleys
Bright streets require dark dangerous alleys
You are my sunlight
But today's only a rainy day

And this storm will surely blow away

These heaves and sighs and faults of mine,
They haunt me in my sleep;
These failures, mistakes, and disgraces,
They do not speak of me.
The shortcomings, embarrassments, rebellions
Just come out of the flame
Every part of me that I cannot quite tame:
The hips and thighs and zits that cry "I'm ugly, don't come near,"
Cheering on my bulliers, and bringing me to tears.

Sick, Sick,
Sick and Twisted
syringe make me uplifted.
Bone, Bone
and a layer of skin-
Lord I wish I was that thin.
Hair.
Shedding.
Stare,
Beheading,
Cynical insults
ignorant little ******
fighting each other with sticks
throw more stones
take out more loans
shout profanity
with such tremendous calamity
watch me care
about everyone else but you
Bake your lack of heart in a regurgitated stew.
My judgement is gone,
but not for long.
My heart beats fast,
An effect that doesn't last
Syringe Syringe
I disappear bit-by-bit
Syringe Syringe
I'm sick and twisted
Syringe Syringe
I want it, I need it
Syringe Syringe
I'm gone, I'm gone.

This doesn't feel like just a phase,
My whole body's in a daze
i've been running circles in this maze.
on the inside looking out
Run-Jump-Scream-Shout
You cannot keep me in this cage
Not when I'm filled with all this rage
Watch me break all the rules
Set all good morals ablaze
I've got red lightening on my face-
To get me out of this place.
Judge me on the street,
Size me up like a piece of meat
Come closer-feel my heat
You wish you had what I have.

My Story's never ending,
I'll live to be a legend,
You'll wish you got to know me,
You'd beg to be this free.
i don't care if you agree
I'm not here to please,
i'm here to correct the lie,
and write a story that will never die.

It's an Affliction
A dangerously terminal attraction
How the Angel's cries
are watched by spies
but only heard by the Devil himself.
Dangerous, Unique, Beautiful
The Angel cries just for him
She suffers for him to hear
She is good and she is pure
But she is sick and needs a cure
He breathes quercetine,
is ruthless and mean,
His gender it would seem, a mystery.
...Influence-Love-and Turmoil
He/She is nothing but desire
Of his/hers soul she cannot tire
Revolting in his mannerisms
Unsightly in appearance
yet dripping with ****** appeal
and all must have him.
The Angel is no better,
The world is white and black
with sheep crammed together in a stack.
He dismisses their devotion
is malevolent and confident.
He changes form but is consistent.
Cringe to look at him,
but unable to stop.
He draws you in and beats you down
until he takes the win and you're on the ground
Like fine wine he gets better,
older and older the legend grows.
Stealing more hearts and sanity.
A disgusting man with turbulent ways
yet somehow there is nothing the Angel desires more.
Revolting in his mannerisms,
Disgusting in appearance...
yet I find it so horribley attractive.
Such a sick need to have it.
An Affliction of Attraction... My My...
It would seem that I am the beast and he is the beauty...
that sick, anorexic, drug beaten beauty.

At any moment I can pretend it’s all okay,
And that’s just what I’ll do to get through my day

I’ll sit and I’ll smile, I’ll chat and I’ll wave.
No one sees through the way I behave.

When my feelings creep up on me once again,
I’ll push them away till they creep back in,
And I’ll cry, way past ten

When it comes time again to go through my day
I numb myself, and the pain goes away

The best part is, you don’t even see
you would never imagine all that’s happening to me
I hide behind my own brick wall,
Build to hide from myself, the thoughts, the words, and everything else
Sadness captures every thought,
My capacity to love is becoming wrought
I can’t tell you what’s happening, deep inside, but I can tell you to please, be very kind
Because you’ll never know when there’s a kid just like me
Crying themselves to sleep without a reason to be seen
They can’t ask for help because nobody believes
Just exactly what is happening to me

And nobody, ever sees
It’s part of the trick, the curse, the scene
Tragic as it may be, it’s happening, everywhere you look
Everywhere you can’t see

Blinded by the simple thought that a smile means you’re happy,
And a frown that you’re not
I can’t believe how little you see,
Shocking, slightly, it kind of is
But then I’ll think I don’t want you to know,
And as another tear drops I’ll curl into a ball
No, no, this isn’t happening
But oh it is, darling sweetie
Voices, inside your head, fight with one another, oh, who will win?
Twisted, insane and sick thoughts
Creep through your head
And you can’t tell a single soul,
Oh, you hide it so well

No one will ever know