This Is Our Fix.

The different colors,
They spread out on the floor.
The broken whiskey bottles,
cover the bathroom sink.
My back against the wall,
Make up down my face.
Nothing hurts more then this,
with crimson running down my arm. Nothing but Numbness.
All of this,
it's your fault.
All the lie,
The fake smiles.
I go in and out of dream world,
want it to all end.
Life is just a faze,
something I don't need.
With these broken hearts,
scarred up bodies, and fake faces.
Society is nothing,
but our drugs now.
This is our fix.