Falling in Reverse describes my life. Friends who betray you, who needs friends, who needs 'em? Who needs to care about any other fucking person in the universe, because they don't care about you. No one cares about anyone but themselves, and if they say differently they're lying. Because I tried caring about others, and all it ever did was make me want to kill myself. I don't ever want to fucking care again. People are useless.
What's the point of friends, I hate 'em. Friends only like me when I do shit for them. Friends only like me when I'm happy. For all I care, friends can go fall right off their high and mighty horses and into a dagger pit.
You've all left my heart black and blue, so while you're at it, why don't you just go slit your wrists for me? Not enough to kill yourselves, no, I want that pleasure. I want to hurt all of you, hurt you like you hurt me, play on all of your insecurities, make it hurt, make you quiver, make you cry, make you willing to change, to do anything, just to make the pain stop. And when you think I'm going to relent, that I'm going to cut you, inch by inch, until you're screaming my name. Yeah. Because why should I care anymore if you think I'm a sick fuck? You're the ones who made me this way.
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