Tonight will be The last time that I think of you. How could you? Is anyone here human? I'm on the bathroom floor. Screaming as I die some more. It's a slow burn. It's a slow burn. It's a loss of control. So murder me. Over and over. It's a drunken blur. And I'm Alive but not living Anymore. This is a loss of innocence. Cheap sex and faceless friends. It's all wrong, all wrong. Seatbelts off. Let go.