The world's a stage and everyone's pretending. Nothing matters, as long as we keep this performance running and empty.

I could lie if you want me to. Could tell you I love you if you want me to. Could score As on my report cards if you wanted me to. Could save the world in a single bound if you wanted me to. Could be the best thing that ever happened to you in your entire fucking life. But truth is, I didn't want to. But not that it made any difference right?

If I was smarter I would leave. If I was smart, I'd do a lot of things. I'd get myself out of this stupid town and let you guys burn to death in your beds, under the blanket of everything you ever want and have.

If only, if only, you could see what you've done to me. Running on empty. Cutting me open, without enough anesthetic. My eyes are closed, but really all I'm doing is reliving your horrors over and over again. Just let me die, I think. Just let me die. Just let me fucking die. Give me a bottle of pills and a couple shots of vodka. Let me sleep forever, I screamed. Let me fucking sleep. But no one hears me, I'm nothing. I'm nothing, nothing but this fucked up kid. Your fucked up kid. The kid that your god accidentally bestowed upon you due to a negligence on your part.

Love? Don't talk to me about this silly empty word.