single night without the ghost in the wall.

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge, but you never had a Friday night like this keep it up Keep it up lets raise our hands. Take a look up in the sky and I see me red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. You're changing me. Please, won't you push me for the last time, I scream until there's nothing left, so sick of bleeding, I don't want this anymore. The thought of you is no fucking fun. You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough is enough, we're done. You told me "think about it", well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore. I'm tired of begging for the things that I want, I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor. The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain, intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame . Three cheers for throwing up. The best of drama queens. You make me sick I make it worse by drinking late.