Fuckünt

Well how was school today? Fuck! I ain't got a a God damn thing to say. I wanna feel you near me, to want me, and to fear me. I want to pull your hair, and all of the bows on the things you wear. Well fuck your school today, I don't wanna talk now anyway.

Got one pack, and a bottle of whiskey, my guitar, and the hopes that you'll kiss me, all my dreams have gone away, they spent the night, but left the next day; and all I want, is all I need, for these words to reach somebody, I need that connection, I feel so alone, I need you, please need me, let's do it, let's go!

Well how am I today? Fuck! I still ain't got a God damn thing to say. I think I'm going crazy, cause I don't have you with me. And every breath I breathe is so tomorrow I can still be here with you...