Im gone. I dont want this diary anymore. Just like the lady in a blue dress, You've got cigarettes on your breath. Hair spray and some cheap perfume. I'll put a little sour in your sweet, You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek. You want what you could never have. You say that you want respect Well then you better get some for yourself. 'Cause all that I see right now, Is someone who's lost and insecure. So you say that I am rated X, You suffer from the lack of sex. Black heart and your lipstick smeared. Your points are trite and I'm too sober To deal with you running over Your same pathetic cliche lines. You say that you want respect Well then you better get some for yourself. 'Cause all that I see right now, Is someone who's lost and insecure. Don't try to be cute with me, 'Cause I know you hate yourself And you'd end your stupid life now But you're too spineless Just like the lady in a blue dress You've got cigarettes on your breath, Hair spray and some cheap perfume. You say that you want respect Well then you better get some for yourself. 'Cause all that I see right now, Is someone who's lost and insecure. "You're Cute When You Scream" (Fuck with my heart) I'll teach you what it's like. (To be so used) That you'll have to clean. That dirt stuck in Your plastic finger nails. And just the scent of you is enough (To make me sick) And all I know is revenge is sweet when... You know that you are worthless And I am better than The games that you play princess. (I've played) and always win. (I'll take my time) To slowly plot your end. (And now I will) Spit bullets with my pen. And all I know is you're cute when you scream. You know that you are worthless And I am better than The games that you play princess. (I've played) and always win. I'll take you to the top, Of this building and just push you off. Run down the stairs so I can see your face As you hit the street, the street, the street, the street. You know that you are worthless And I am better than The games that you play princess. (I've played) and always win. (This time I win. So here's your kiss goodbye.) "Angela Baker And My Obsession With Fire" I won't forget the day that, that I came to And I started thinking that there's more Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons And all I ever wanted was someone to knock me back to the bliss of ignorance 'Cause I feel like running head first into traffic. And so I'm here to say That thoughts in bed with pain. I won't forget the day that, that I found God In a kitchen knife now and on my arm So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life And tell myself this pain is the pain I love As I swallow the pills of happiness And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake And so I'm here to say That thoughts in bed with pain. I stand outside my pretty house I light a match to start the fire I call the cops to let 'em know It's 22 Walthery Ave. I thought I wanted this. I thought I wanted this. (I'm here to say) I said I wanted some more attention I thought I wanted a story ending. (I love the pain, I hate the pain) I just give in. (I love the pain, I hate the pain) I think that the truth is I'm scared I think that I'm just scared to live I think that the truth is I'm scared I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate.