All the dead girls they hold me close tell me I'll never grow my imagination wont go all the dead girls in my head they flow but my body changes and will I hate myself my curves and they way my clitoris reacted to a boy those dead girls are slipping away Im growing old please dont go away and the dead girls they'll hold me close one day I'll die kiss my areola hold me close

Hearts under the knife and I'm wondering why if I should bring kids into this horrible life My hearts under the knife and I take the pills so I wont know when to cry I won't know when to die I'm gay and I'm straight and no one loves me lets channel our hate into when sexual origin my hearts under the knife and everyones normal your shaking your head and I dont even love you Look at all the blood Look at all the blood where will we go? When we grow up? Look at all this blood.

I'll gather your stiches I'll bury your crown and when I feel happy you bury me down and its not so bad in the cold wet ground I'll gather your stiches I'll bury your crown and on the third day I might rise again no I'm not a god but I slowly decend into the world from the uderal wall I don't care about the way I feel at all I'll gather your stiches I'll bury your crown and when I feel happy you bury me down and its not so bad in the cold wet ground I'll gather your stiches I'll bury your crown

and when your body falls does it make a sound you are hollow but fall on the ground and I want a sapling to stand up straight and a pill that helps me not see hate riding your bike through the cold the snot runs down do you feel old? Do you remember being small? Not worrying about anything at all. Now you ride your bike with a fragile frame and your body is is filled with all the hate and I remember the carpet in sunday school The taste of food with no rules and your smiles and a fire in the right place isn't it amazing how time can show you hate?

You dont the importance of touch me please god why wont you help me leave maybe walk into a car or fall down the stairs make me very sick cause suicide aint fair