the world won't end when i close my eyes sometimes i wish it would imagine the faces of strangers exploding life ain't too short, its too fucking long and i live in regret your scars aren't shaped like mine its hard for me to trust anyone and thats what hurts the most i've got a heart that i can't open and fists that i keep closed memories are knives at the throat of hope "blisters on the lips of cupid" and you never knew me cuts across your pretty face i can't sing myself to sleep at night cut the bonds that hold your back burn the bridges that you despise stick with the kids that have your back string up all the fucking liars there's nothing wrong with anger ::