You stabbed my heart and bleed it out although I let my feelings out
You stomped it down into the ground I think you must feel pretty proud
You broke my heart and although I hurt, I could not hate you for all I'm worth
I know that somehow it was me, that what I get when I dream.
My life is such a fucking mess, this I never did address, though if I did you'd probably say "please get the fuck away, you dress like Satan and reek of death you're also way too thin, the way you walk around all day makes me think you're fucking gay, your way too sad, you're so depressed, why would I ever date a mess."
So on those terms I shall depart and leave this world turn apart.
From the word of you and the rest of the world. I'LL GO FUCKING KILL MYSELF!!