I drank myself to crazy And drove myself to death I’d ask my friends for favors If there were any left

blankets on the floor

She lives her life inside her head Inside an open cage While others praise themselves upon Their own self-centered stage

My darkest thoughts on shower glass. Backwards for the world to see. The words; they fade as moments pass and cry along with me.

I’m a lot like you We both hate me Is it me you liked Or who I used to be