tchort

erase.

did you want to tell me... i go to hell
did you want to tell me... i say my prayers
when did i become your definition
when did i become your definition
did you want to tell me i'm wrong
It don't mean a thing at all
did you want to tell me
make my peace
did you want to tell me
i'll never be
define me
defy me
defile me
where are you i can't breathe
where will i go from here
what will i do without you in my life
someone give me a reason to live
i have a position open
it's like this
you make me laugh
you make my life easier
you diminish my pain

erase the traces of scar tissue across my brain
there are all these well-wishers, well, idiots keeping score
and i would love to disapoint them