I go to bed every night but I don't get an ounce of sleep. Because I'm too busy thinking about how one day I'll be stuck in a coffin and how [bad word] me. And I know I shouldn't [bad word] in such morbid things, but my self loathing has proven to be too much. I've been unhappy for so long, nothing can pull out of this [bad word] stuff. You said you want to give me the self-confidence, the kind the you wish you had. You said you want to make me happy but I'm still so god [bad word] sad. And it has nothing to do with you. And at times it seems that I don't care but you have to understand I'm broken beyond repair. As angsty as it sounds I'm broken beyond repair. Music makes my headache and nothing makes my heartache like it did back in June. The songs I wrote back then are no longer relevant yet I'm still trapped in my own cocoon. That's the last time I act on impulse for sure, like I did on that halloween night. As soon as those words came out of my mouth no it just didn't feel right. I fell in and out of love in under six months and everything I once felt now is gone. And I'm sorry for putting it into a song. (I really am)