What's Wrong With Me? I can't take the way that you fucking hurt me. I can't take it like I did before. All those tears I shed were bullshit, telling everyone that I was begging for it. The way you slowly killed me and permanently fucked up my head. You don't know how it feels to die inside, now I'm used to being dead. There's so much now that sickens me, when it seems like there wasn't as much before. Every mouth carries the tounge of a liar, every flirtatious glance comes from the eyes of a whore. My innocence died that day, you stalked and killed with ease. Pass your pain and hate to me, I'm up for your disease. The truth before to me was always lies, I was never fast to beleive. Those words were far displaced from my dreams, why would they deceive? Those who spoke must have been jealous of my possesion, there's no other reason for their heresy. The truth found it's way to me, I died inside as the beast confronted me. Th epain runs much deeper than the physical, mental scars forever last. Nothing seems the same to me, it's all shit now, my reactions aren't as fast. I think of where you are and death, now soothing, comes again to no surprize. Repeated murder of my soul because I refuse to beleive those fucking lies.