I never knew that tears could have a proof.
Make your choice not mine, no matter how badly I want it to be.
The fluorescent blue from your eyes is acid to my brain.
It rips, tears, burns, kills.
Don't say you are sorry
Don't say that you want to know how I am doing.
As the beats go on from my heart they hit harder than the bass drum from Travis Barker's drum set
I will not think about you
Although I wish you the best I want nothing to do with you