I’m addicted to the soft skin of a goddess. There’s no better way to describe this. Keep lying next to me. In my dreams, I always leave you with a pill that takes away all your colors. She never had a chance. That’s what all the whores keep telling me, but I know that I can be held responsible for looting the poor and replacing their hunger with headaches and heartache just around the corner. Keep singing loud, keep singing loud. You’ll find me hanging off the roof. White flag in hand. White flag in hand. White flag in hand. Never let anyone say that you can’t sing it loud, keep singing loud. I promise, one day, you can look up and tell the world how badly I’ve treated you. Happy Anniversary, this marks the 8th year of anguish. Such a careless reminder from a callous heart. I’m sinking to the depths of the ocean with the knot in my stomach caught on a stone beneath the bridge that we all cross and commonly abuse just like the saving grace meant for the unplanted seeds. I won’t uncover the ending without corrupting the damned.