I walk the line till the end of the road. I never went that far... I wanna drown myself in your eyeball. The midnightpain is on the way. It seems like this will be the day. I dont care and I dont think about it... But hey, you faint me, you taint me, like every single day. You hate me, you fake it. I wish youd go away... Pain rapes me, pain hates me, like every single day. Its okay, its okay. I cut out shapes of murdered dreams and pin them on your chest. Painting by numbers, little baby. You are my favourite number one in a line of things not to become. I dont care and I dont think about it.
okay, midnightpain, number, single, care