Birds with broken wings.
Let me tell you all
About my favorite things
Hair in matted strings
Cheeks that gather tears
Some of my favorite things
Are your basic fears
Inaccurately cut hedges
Flowers drowned in mud
Knives with sharp edges
Skinstained with blood
Eyes bloodshot and red
Dismantled car parts
A self-destructing head
Firmly broken hearts
Cloudy cold days
Thoughts of suicide
A million different ways
Some of which I’ve tried
Fumes on which we choke
Air we never breath
China dolls that broke
Hopes you’d never leave
Ticks that have been crossed
Some elements of hell
Boys whose souls got lost
And girls who'll never tell
Bloody fights in a back streets
Things that just aren’t true
The good people we never meet
And the bad one’s we do
Sickness and disease.
Dangerous mental health
Non-existent keys
To open up myself
Slightly dirty white jeans
Thoughts that are impure
Not knowing what it means
Why I can’t find my cure
Lights that are too bright
The fake best friend
Jumping up to fight
To fall into the end
A boy who won’t admit,
She’s got him in a spin
A girl that doesn’t fit
In the world she's ended in
Needles, pills and blades
All the faces of the dead
Color that slowly fades
With a gun shot to the head
Blood and slow death
Letting yourself drown
Trying not to think of death
But slowly sinking down
I know I can’t repair too
But I don’t want you to go
I’m sorry if I scare you
But this is all I will ever know
