I'm seeing your eyes in empty smiles And I feel every inch of these eight miles Staircase wit is a son of a bitch "How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here" My paper skin is written over with scars We fall like lights, and crash like cars I stopped counting all the stars in the sky Because I stared at the sun, and now I'm blind I haven't seen the sun in days Food has started to lose its taste Spelling "goodbye" with the blood on the floor Nothing feels good anymore