Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand. Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again. And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you. I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we (talked).... I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself. But you know that I could crush you with my voice. Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me. Hide the details I don't want to know a thing. I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret. My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on. I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel..