It's like they're edging and toturing my soul,
when really all I want is to be left alone.
My writing is the only thing keeping me from going emo.
Dear God, please, hear our prayers,
and send us a satan slayer.
Don't like what I write well too bad I don't care
Because if you haven't yet you're going to be here.
I just hope that this pencil can carry all fears.
It's what's helping me to hold back tears.
Who is "they"?
Who is "they"?
Everybody in my life
Everybody in my life