Your gift horse has brough flies and the stench is unbearable.  I'm

left with no option, but to embrace apathy

and loneliness hoping that I die, I took a train to new york city,

met a guy who I though was pretty..

tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole begging to nurse its

mouth to health.

strip the skin from the inside out you didn't think they'd notice

(you looked them straight in the face)

I always said that we'd watch them die (you looked them straight in

the face)