evil words coming from the circle
i was never taught how to make them work
the sky sobbed last night wash the tears off
cut u up turn you into beef stroganoff
living tragedy feel like romeo
woe surrounds me im always alone
Margiela fabrics recycled padded coat
riding blindly down a windy road
nobody to warm me just designer clothes
High off the molly my brain is almost gone
body like a mechsuit feel like megatron
how am i real why shouldnt i end it all
soft lips the color of fall
doll skin ceramic and cold
never too happy can always write a song
hung up on it when can i let it go