a self-loading automatic with a monogrammed magazine, one bullet for all your friends cos they're the worst enemies you'll ever have everywhere i go i feel the hate everyone i pass turns to stare you used to be my friend, now it's come to this a wall of hatred burns the air why can't the leave me alone it's not all my fault, not all. maybe if i denounce my past existence, but i'm too proud, pride always comes before a fall. if only everything was how it used to be i'd be happier with everything like it was, but i lie to myself, i couldn't be happy with the memory of what i'd lost. why can't they at least tell me how they feel instead of burning me with their eyes every day, so everything's out in the open, they'd feel better i know what they say more and more i turn to something else, wake up in the morning lying wasted on the floor, they're driving me away from what i love about myself, nothing's perfect anymore.
