Now, come on, come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out first hand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

There's something inside that fucking hurts me every time
I′ve tried every single pill to help me chill, and I'm not satisfied
One minute, I′ll be fucked, and the next minute I'm fine
I can't believe myself, I′m overwhelmed, I think I′ve lost my mind

خیلی آدمک به درد نخور و بی‌خاصیتی هستم

کاش فردا بیدار شم و بدن بی‌جونم رو، رو تخت ببینم که هیچ حرکتی نمی‌کنه.

-Not fond of eye contact, are you?
+Eyes are distracting, you see too much, you don't see enough. And, and it's hard to focus when you're thinking, um, "Oh, those whites are really white," or "He must have hepatitis," or "Oh, is that a burst vein?" So, yeah, I try to avoid to eyes whenever possible.

I hope you lie there in your misery