Gonna bit my lip. Till it bleeds. Hold my breath. Under the sheets. . What do you want me to say. Stuff the words in my mouth. Cut me open. Let the monster out.
You're so much prettier when you smile. I didn't teahc you to be angry. You don't know how lucky you are. Some day you'll thank me. . Doesn't matter if I'm depressed.
It's lonely sometimes in the fastlane. People come and go like rain. And I look around for a hand to hold. . But there's no one here today. Everyone has gone away.
There must be something in the water. Gotten into every mothers daughter. It must be all the raging hormones. The drugs and the alchohol. And all the porno.
Just like the white winged dove sings a song. Sounds like she's singing, Ooo, ooo, ooo. Just like the white winged dove sings a song. Sounds like she's singing, Ooo baby Ooo, said Ooo.
Feels like the wheels. Are falling off my world. Broken pieces of this messed up girl. When I'm spinning out of control. I sing to try and fill up the hole.
There was a girl I knew. Who always wanted to. Be the one to stand out from the crowd. Always believed that she. Was gonna live her dreams. That what went down was gonna come around.
Guess what. I got dirty chemistry. Know what. You spiked my drink and poisoned me. Back off. Unless you wanna see me bleed. Get off. That's what I need.
From Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen Soundtrack. . .. . Don't move on. Don't move on. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move on. . You brought me to the highest Mountain,.
Sleeping awake and awake when I'm sleeping. And I've got a dry kind of thirst, when drenched. On sunny days, all I can see is a shadow. And I'm not above being under.
Maybe I should fake my suicide. And have them bury me alive. And every dream that I've built. Has been surpressed by my guilt,. can't you see that I've tried?.
I wait for the postman to bring me a letter. And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better. And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I wait for the postman to bring me a letter. And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better. And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I Can't Stop. Thinking bout him. I Can't Stop. no i just can't do it. Won't stop. Trynna get him off my mind. it's just how it is. i can't stop. my heart stops beating.
Stop touching me without permission. Dont disobey, answer to me. Said if you wanna play, follow direction. We do this my way, my way, my way. . What do you really want? What do wanna know?.
I found my box of letters, lyin' on the ground. The ones you used to write me, before it all went down. I even got a paper cut, tryin' to figure out. What to do with all these memories?.
God won't talk to me. I guess she's pretty busy lately. But I like to believe. She's listening. . I'm starting to feel all of my bruises imagined, all real.
God won't talk to me. I guess she's pretty busy lately. But I like to believe. She's listening. . I'm starting to feel all of my bruises imagined, all real.
Nobody told me. That being happy faces, trying to erase the traces. Of what came before me. The girl that I used to see is somewhere very deep. . She's fallen asleep and I'm trying to wake her.
Ohoh, ohoh, oohh. Ohoh, ohoh. . Today is so boring. I might as well be snoring. Because I'm living up that dream. A zombie with no react. . Somehow I've run right up track.