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