Pretty, Pretty pills....

This place tastes like suicide.
Blood.
Tears.
Failure.
& Depression.
And these pills never were so tempting.
It's the newest fashion of '07.
Death never looked so good on me.
It makes my hips slimer.
And my eyes more blue.
Everyone around me is giving it a try.
They take pills like they're just drugs.
They pop pills like they're candy.
Party when the funeral ends!
But the funeral never stops.
No matter what you do
You'll still see girls in black dresses
And little boys tugging at their ties.
I want to join in.
I'm tired of this fucking world.
A world where nothing goes right.
Where everyone keeps turning their back of me.
Where no one cares where they sleep at night.
Don't leave me here in this dark world.
I need your light to guide me.
Don't leave me here in this sick world.
I'll need your comfort to help me.
Don't leave me here in this cold world.
I'll freeze without your warmth.
These pills can't keep me warm.
But they keep tricking me into thinking they will.
I won't do it.
Yes, you will.
I can't do it.
Yes, you can.
I am fucking sick of being left.
In this cold, dark, sick world.
With no one.
With no explanations.
With no good-byes.
You do it one more time?
And it'll be my turn.