[homicidal bitch mode switched on]

grh. just please don't talk to me today.

nine inch nails - somewhat damaged, cranked out as loud as possible

"broken bruised forgotten sore
too fucked up to care anymore
poisoned to my rotten core
too fucked up to care anymore

in the back off the side far away is a place where i hide where i stay tried to say tried to ask i needed to all alone by myself where were you?

how could i ever think it's funny how everything that swore it wouldn't change is different now just like you would always say we'll make it through then my head fell apart and where were you?

how could i ever think it's funny how everything you swore would never change is different now like you said you and me make it through didn't quite fell apart where the fuck were you?"