sometimes i ride in silence to hear the violence in my head — — — her twenties, condemned venomous verses that don’t warn, i’m first to get bit withdrawals from quitting that girl who was an addict “corny” being the only feedback on my only reason to persist beautiful lies that make me ugly as a bitch wanting ledger’s edge, meeting with the reaper blood stained couch from self-harm sessions upper after upper, but still down with depression paranoid thoughts winning last time granny’s eyes recognized me membership to the 27 club, the silent killer is in me how you unknowingly leave the i out of i... i love you