Are we really as forgotten, alone
and distant as we think ourselves to be.
Black heart to black heart,
are you worth remembering?
This virus feeds on broken hearts
and dying dreams, or so it claims.
Every case is the same,
so misunderstood. Poor pathetic you.
So cry your bloody tears,
make friends with razor blades.
Claim your independence,
though we know you're all the same.
You're so beautiful and unique
just like the one before.
Well now we're all listening,
isn't this what you wanted?
Someone to tell you you're okay.
though you know it, you've known all along.
Now tell me how you're so cold.
You had a chance to fess up,
now you're stuck.
Bleeding through your eyes
crying through your wrists,
tell me how you're forgotten....