Sitting in a circle not knowing what to write

for all im worth, writers blocks a bitch

pats quoting American Nightmare and im a sped

i forgot what i wrote 5 days ago

i just want to go to bed

i dont know how to feel but all i know is that i dont feel right

 

Chorus:

everyday brings a new frame of mind

if i could frame my mind, where would it hang

and in the frame would be a picture of you

all dressed up and in blue

with your wedding dress drenched in blood

i swear that i, that i loved you

 

Verse:

The worls a colorful place but your always black and white

so why dont you let your color show cause you beautiful

and i know what you did last night

you changed and now im left with a mess

but im better off alone

at least thats what she said.

 

Chorus:

 

Bridge:

Dreams are trash

just like this game

and i just won. (repeat a whatever amount of time screaming)