Everafter Six Feet Away
wash my hands and i hope to die those nights of endless tears your apathy and self control were the answer to my fears that i cant do this anymore i cant go on i cant keep hating myself and i cant do this anymore eyes sewn shut and my heart has grown cold my hands are painted red razor sharp words to my wrist never thought before you said i heard you cried for a while you thought i was okay but all your thoughts and your sorry words i cant hear six feet away i cant wake up hating myself and wishing that i wasnt born
