Angela baker and my obsession with fire de Senses Fail

I won't forget the day that, that i came to
and i started thinking that theres more
than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons.
and all i ever wanted was someone to
love me back to the bliss of ignorance
cause i feel like running head first into traffic
And so i'm here to say,
that thoughts enbed with pain.
I wont forget the day that, that i found god
in a kitchen knife now, inked on my arm.
so paint the pale white floor with, with my red blood
and now my selfish pain is, the pain i love
as i swallow the pills of happiness
and you watch me fall like new york in an earthquake.
And so i'm here to say,
that thoughts enbed with pain.
I stand outside of my pretty house
i light a match to start the fire
i call the cops to let them know
it's 22 walthuree ave.
as i thought i wanted this
i thought i wanted this.
(i'm here to say)
i said i wanted some more attention
i thought i wanted a story ending.
(i love the pain, i hate the pain)
i just give in.
I think that the truth is i'm scared
i think i'm just scared to live
i think that the truth is i'm scared
i think that the truth is i'm everything that i hate.