Thursday, March 4, 2010

Hollywood Undead

Look at what I made for you, it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you. I used to be love struck; now I'm just fucked up.


In case you don't know, I'm not a good person to become romantically involved with.
It makes me feel so guilty.


Everything was so worthless, I didn't deserve this, But to me you were perfect.

I feel so ugly. I feel so guilty.
Sure, everyone makes mistakes.

But I have to be just so emotionally retarded.

I'm a fucking mess.

I see me writin on this paper.
Prayin for some savior.
Wishin to intake her and save her.



Basically, what I'm trying to say is you shouldn't love me.



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