you were my pen you were my paper you were my devil you were my savior you were what was in my head at 3am when my mind was too stubborn to let anyone else in im a lost cause my gun talks it tells me how it wants me gone all the pills i cough told me to write this song ive been written off im always on the rocks ha microphone check i m still feeling depressed nobody cares til you ve got rope marks around your neck so fake your death fake your death pretend youre on your last breath my faade will carry me to the end and if we re being honest the suicide notes were just written for attention because you all didn t use to love me back before the depression and now my minds full of garbage so they prescribe narcotics and to be deathly honest it s killing me how distant i ve gotten how distant ive gotten undiagnosed fucking has been still spends his life in a hospital bed and hocks up his own mistakes and engraves all of the dates of each time he laid waste to a blessing in the creases of his young face waltzing in the moonlight with all the friends inside my own mind nothing new i think i m better off alone right i only smile to waste time between now and when i die we only smile to waste time between right now and when we die and when im awake at 3 am guess whats on my mind again its not you but the youth were all alone so follow suit into nothing just me and you forever and ever forever and ever