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.
angels watch over you.
For an English thing I dunno.
Please, don't take this out on me, Cuz you're the only thing that's keeping me alive. And I don't wanna wait for the downset date, Cuz I'd rather end it all tonight.