ive been looking.. through these dirty sheets over and over i still kiss your dirty lips..or is the dirt only on mine? my heart is sick and twisted, yet i still crucify myself...i hate burnss through and through yet i keep these eye open and smile with unkind smiles/ i look down the streets for a saviour and only if he or she can save me in time..the memory of the sick and hated. my heart is in chains lockin you all out and only if you could rip all the chains down? thou you still have no idea that they are there. and im never goin back there. every finger in the room is laughin at me. a bowling ball stuck in my throat,a desert in my mouth. so weak i am trong and for the stronger iam a challenge, please forgive me if i come accross rude and out of control. but you see all i know is fake, and thats the one thing i love to hate. debate straight up! never one tot ell you that ugly dress looks pretty.*