& each time you
say something a few more scars appear on my body. You say
something everyday..
im running out of room.
looks like i just have to go deeper.
you'll be my killer..
|||||||||||||||||||| Yesterday I told the kid i grew
up
with I've gotta keep an eye on him because he's like
my little brother. When in all
truth I've liked him since we were kids. But he was
having me look at this girl he likes, so I
didnt know what to
say ||||||||||||||||||||
At this point,
I don't dream of being the popular girl.
I don't dream of having the perfect boyfriend.
I don't dream of being your friend again.
I don't even dream of being a billionaire.
My only dream right now is dying,
and i hope you know that's partly your
fault.