hate♥isagirl'sbestfriend™

Asking questions in elevated voices, I get nervous and start feeling guilty about something I hadn't even done. You lost me years beforehand, but you didn't even know, since I cut myself off whenever I'm upset. Music about blood makes me feel like I belong, to sing about death and staring down the barrels of guns; it's only natural, for I am never morally correct. If hearts were a measure of weight, I'd be the weakest man in the world, but then everyone would know, since I can't lift an ounce... Weak chambers and chemical fears, I break on the inside, but the surface remains so-so. The hardest word to say is love....it's too uncomfortable to pronounce. It's really something, to be born of this world. It's really something, to see it unfold. It's really something, to look back. It's really something, sit there and cry.