What will it take me to cleanse my sick soul? What will it take me to maintain a real friend? What will it take me to make things not come down in the end? It's like everyone I meet has an ulterior motive. A different M.O. than mine. I just want to be your friend. Seems like, all that happened, I get screwed in the end. Is this my fault? Didn't I give you everything you needed? What have I done to make you do what you did to me? My thoughts blur through my mind so fast; I can't recognize an image. My stomach turns everytime I think about it. There's no cure for my disease. Whatever it is I hope you find a way to stop self loathing. Don't try to impress me. All I want is a real friend. Someone who won't bring me down, not them. I just want to live my life honest, but everywhere I look I see glamorizing lies. I want you to come back to me. Because I miss you and I fear I'll never see you again. I'm so sorry because I've lied. I'm wrong. So wrong.
Lyrics submitted by x_melancholy_x