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"What they ask of you, will make you want to say "So long" but I don't remember, no, I don't remember"

I haven't talked to many people lately,
About anything, the cuts on my palms and on my chest, the bruises on my legs, or why I've been so damn tired.

Do I really need to?
Isn't it obvious I'm slipping into my old routine?
Where I just can't ********' take it. . .

I promised so many people that I wouldn't, never -ever- again.
But, why can't I stop?

I'm so content though, but, it's like, I know i'm going to fall on my a** just 'cause I've been on top of the world for quite awhile now.

No one told me it would be thisw ********' hard,

"Yesterday's gone, Tomarrow's here, Can't go back now, I can't live, I still love you, I sware, I always will"

"And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling,And as the fragments of my skull begans to fall, Fall on your tounge like pixie dust, think happy thoughts"

He's going to take it personal.
I'm going to die.

It's not even his fault, I'm just so stupid,

How the hell could he fall for someone like me in the first place...?
For some reason I remember:

"You still calling yourself 'emo'"?
"Yeah..., Why?"
"'Cuz you're the best one I know. . ."