I have found the best way to avoid ending your life as a bitter wreck is to start out as one.
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear.
Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.
Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes, he never quite goes this low.
Don’t leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.
Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.
The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you’re wasting your time.
You don’t like me, but you love me; either way, you’re wrong.
I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that’s how people grow up.
I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.
The heart has a heart of its own.
Doing nothing gives me great pleasure. And believe me, I succeed wonderfully in it.
Even now – in the final hour of my life – I’m falling in love again.
Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
There are some bad people on the rise; they’re saving their own skins by ruining people’s lives.
How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.
Hold on to your friends. Resist – or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: There just might come a time When you need some friends.