Love is nothing more than hope
Hope is nothing more than dreams
I stopped having dreams after 8th grade when my uncle committed suicide
I lost all dreams
I lost all hope
I lost love

And as we ride into the dark, cold shadows of the unknown
My mind traces back to the one girl who ever really knew
The only one who really cared about what I did or who I was

When that tear falls from my cheek
I don’t want to feel your hand on my back
I don’t want to know you’re within 10 feet of me
I don’t want your fucking sympathy

Anarchy! Anarchy! Anarchy!
I scream as my blood drips from my body to the ground.
All I see are bullets flying around.
And I can't help but smile,

She has no idea as to the pain she causes me.
I just wish she would open her eyes to see
every fucking thing she is putting me through.
I'm tired of hearing the line, "All you care about is you."

Anger boils in side of me hour after hour.

I hear the crys of the helpless growing louder and louder.

Do you think about me?
Cuz I think about you
And everything that we’ve gone through
Do you miss me?
Cuz I miss you
And now I don’t know what to do
Do you write songs about me?

I walk through the door to the usual scene. Mom is yelling at Kate for something, and dad is yelling at mom for yelling, ironic. I just walk in; go past all of them into my room.

The pen is my paint brush and I can paint the most beautiful and most despicable piece of art work you’ve ever seen.

I can paint pictures that that will make the world look mean.