Unsubstantiated Rumors?

I don't want to talk about it

I don't think you'd understand,

How things can get so ******* up

With such good, good intentions

And if roofs turn to sky

Held by the gravity of nothing

An ironic and literal

Making of a bed.

You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay.

They make bad bad jokes

It's okay not to laugh.

And for every push forward

You get the same ******* push back.

And you got nowhere to go

So you found some place.

And you got nothing to say

You start lying.

Just what the ******* were you thinking?

I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again.

All the lines between hate, love, and revenge

It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead

Just dead feelings.