All these words, you think don't mean anything, and won't do anything. You're wrong.
The ups and downs of being alone.
Fuck me, I need to quit. OH yeah, this is poetry. Forgot to say that.
My angel stands out in the moonlight.
She's afraid, so deeply afraid.
Here comes the new peice of chaos, the new peice of Disasterology.
Your jokes you tell or things you say in the hall, without a thought, they have an impact that you could never imagine.
Their hostile sneers remind you of home.