Over half of what we write isn't fucking shitWe'ld rather you stab us in the fucking throat than agree with itDisdain portrayed, uncertain aggressionHow can you be assured that I've learned my lesson As we write this shit our chest...

  I no longer see as I once didThe feelings that I have are no longer hid The darkness that visits me in the middle of the nightDark enough to make a solar eclipse seem like broad daylight I am at...

  While searching for tomorrow, I found yesterdayWhen you broke my heart and left me feeling this wayIf the universe was formed of chaos how did we go wrongI pulled you in so close you were the only one that...

I wonder, after all these years,If she still considers herself luckyTo have landed a fishOf such colour and tenacity.Or,Does she now only seeFaded beautySans scales, sans colour, sans vitalityYet still attached to her hook?I ask myself the same questions...

  The problems that you mentioned baby, we could've worked throughTackled one by one, against me and youI realize that the weight seems all on your shouldersBut I'll carry you and your problems, just let me hold you I can see...