Whether I'm right or wrong there's no phrase that hits 
Like an ocean needs the sand or a dirty old shoe that fits 
And if all the world was perfect I would only ever want to see your scars 
You know they can have their universe 
We'll be in the dirt designing stars




I'm through. Why the hell should I live my life the way you expect me to?
Afterall, my business is no longer yours. & its like, you give a damn to everyone.
Even those people who came in wanting some 'love'. Fucking freeloaders.
Sometimes, you tried so hard to care for everyone. You tend to get some neglected.
Smoke smoke smoke baby