Im once again on my lovers blues
Trying to squeeze the truth out of the boy I love.

To see if he's in head over heels for me or he hates my ugly guts

I've not been myself lately
I've grown numb to the important qualities of life.

I'm growing sick of love.
I'm starting to adore the original American psychopath .

They don't feel the common emotions of certain things.
Thy can turn their back on the people who love them .

Unlike psychopaths I feel every single inch of pain.
I feel other people's pain.

And it seems like I'm doing this all alone.
The sadness and loneliness gets unbearable.

It's either I deal with it or I die.

And I refuse to die.