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my soul has become a cracked windshield

a floor covered with eggs

all i want is to be loved

or just held until it all goes away

so perfectly flawed

a masterpiece of pro's and con's

an influence on all mankind

i need you to save me again

i know it's too much to ask

so i'd never dare

for now i'll just let you

suffocate yourself with

impossible acts of unhappiness

and self-neglect

if you dont ever want to be happy again

neither shall i

happy birthday by the way

i'll let you forget about me

if you haven't already

i'll just keep playing the martyr

and everything will be okay