I see walking bombs on the street
Hearts not beating, but ticking

She lit my soul and inhaled deeply
Flicking my ashes occasionally.

I think to myself:
I don't want to survive this one
I want to burn up in the wreckage

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.

I will never let you know how much you hurt me
No, I will never tell you
The lasts few months have sent me into myself
It's not easy to forget you
Time is healing me
I keep my feelings to myself, it helps
I don't understand you or your kind
I end up getting myself messed up
I can't take any more beatings like this

Yeah I have an attitude. You weren't subjected to what I was subjected to, so don't try to tell me how I am.