Throw up Time

Remember always strive to achieve
Be nothing less than perfect
So when you cut, cut, cut
You'll never be more beautiful
Than in those final moments

Throw up time~!
At least try to make it ryhme.
My pen, my ink
Makes up for the fact I can't sing

I can't play piano very well
But the clicks of the keyboard
Trust me it sounds swell!
Even it's bad, they can't tell

Now throw up those emotions
It'll make you stronger and prettier than ever before
I don't get all this comotion
It's just a release mechanism

Slit, slit, slit!
Those scars are gorgeous!
Where did you get them!?
Who was it..
Oh him..
and her...

Romance my pain
Nothing brings me more pleasure than this game
Make me your precious victim and I'll bring in the reasons
My humility, my shame, my love, my life ... own it.. sell it.

Another nudge please
Help me off this balcony
But wait.. first ... tell me I'm pretty.
Am I perfect... finally..?