Things are strange I'm still feeling bittersweet and it's confusing me. I am not looking forward to this trip to Wisconsin at all. I'm going to miss seeeing my bi babes. Damn. [scream a little louder sweetheart] Yur face down soaked in blood and on the ground And no thoughts run through my mind except to get away or to stop time This chilling reality has cracked my skull bearing feelings I'll never show With pen tight in grip I'll write it away to get rid of it I'll pull you closer and then push you away as my veins pulsate and being to turn grey Your face like a mirror I see my faults a brutal beating from something so small as a thorn to a rose your a sore on my brain a fake smile for you and its all the same break away as you break inside a destination unknown as you subside deeper down beneath it all a gentle release a gruesome fall so lets begin to kill them all... until next time