• Lets play Russian Roulette with a semi automatic and fall asleep with a bullet in our brains.It's all we ever do and it's all we've ever know, so grab a handful pf Prozac (may increase thoughts of suicide) and we'll do it again.Now light up a cigarette like a torch to burn our lungs, and I'll cough like a dog and laugh like it was funny. And I'll wake up before I pull the trigger but I won't be too late. Now children don't pretend you don't know that every moment I'm here is another shattered dream for all those I care about.

    And what's the point of living when you can't stay in love, when one moment you love him, and the next you don't? And the words he wrote you mean nothing and only bring you guilt?But what if you want to love him, even though it hurts you? What if the lies you spill don't make any sense and you want him to still care?

    Is there any hope for the love I don't feel?