Hurt the Worst

Count down till I bleed out Eden isn't real It'll never have appeal (Oh-ooh) The window in my room Beckons me to jump I back up And I give it what I've got Now I want to be (I will be) Living painfully When I hurt the worst (Hurt the worst) I create the most Take my happiness And I will write an anthem Take my pettiness And I will lose direction (Ooh, lose direction) (Ooh) Red on my arms and my torso Sitting up I look around Why is air Still in my lungs? Red on my arms and my torso Sitting up I look around Why is air Still in my lungs? This poem will never be Everything I want Full of rampant mental block (Oh-ooh) I guess I'll take it still If I have to own the dark Break the bulb on idealistic hearts Now I want to be (I will be) Living painfully When I hurt the worst (Hurt the worst) I create the most Take my happiness And I will write an anthem Take my pettiness And I will lose direction No this poem Will never be exactly What I want So break the bulb around me No this poem Will never be exactly What I want So break the bulb Now I want to be Living painfully When I hurt the worst I create the most Take my happiness And I will write an anthem Take my pettiness And I will lose direction Take my happiness And I will write an anthem Take my pettiness And I will lose direction