Onelinedrawing Feb
			And every couple of months you die 
In every answer a dozen lies 
You're feeling better and readytime 
And every couple of months you die 
a lot of waiting and words and crying 
a lot of hoping that you'll be fine 
I never try, it always works 
It's hard to leave 
It's better to burn 
I want a barrier 
Everywhere is someone else's 
Where is a home for this heart?