Starving artist, broken hearted, don't even get me fucking started.
Up too late, up too early, I can't even get to sleep on time.
I'm upset, an open book, but you won't flip the pages.
Been in this bed for days and
I can't bring myself to look in the mirror
When all I see is failure.
And I hear the voices next to me, inside of me, they are me
And they tell me, Krystal you're a joke
You're a mother fucking joke and
Why can't you just get over it and
Why the hell are you depressed?
Why the fuck are you about to cry
You haven't had a thing to make you cry
And why the fuck are you breathing hard
For christ sake, you're sitting down.
Why can't you find the fucking reason
To get this feeling out of your head
You know it all your fault.
Like he said, take responsibility for your problems.
But how can I erase the sudden urge to drown myself
How can I erase the years and years of hate?
I crave adventure
I want to he high
I want to fuck in every star lined reflection.
Someone fucking take me there,
Take me to the sun and sand,
Take me to the neon lights.
Let fuck, and fight, and scream, and cry.
Before we die-
Let's have the time of our fucking lives.