i am no masterpiece at all...
stab my back it's better when i bleed for you...
and I know that we're doomed my dear we're slow dancing in a burning room...
Another cutter, Another freak,
Another dork, Another geek,
Another prep, Another jock,
Another whore, & more punk rock,
Another hater, Another "G",
Another scar they put on me.
Another label that happens to fall
when no one really knows the person at all.
When a lie gets passed around enough,
It doesn't become the truth, but everybody believes it
strength is no more then how well you hide your pain..
to have the rose... you must accept the thorns.
love is like dominos;; one wrong move
and all you worked for falls apart
i`m sorry if i`m giving up too easy
i just don`t have the strength to fight anymore
you won't even know i'm gone...
next time you think you're in love,
run your head into a
B R I C K W A L L
it will hurt less in the end.
was it something I did wrong?
so cut my wrists and black my eyes so I can fall asleep tonight
how can i answer the question
" whats wrong? "
when nothing is right
if you could read my mind,
you'd be in tears.
but my fear is so much stronger.
and it was one of those days. one of those days where i felt the scars before they were even there...
cover up the blood; hide your wrists; and no one will ever know...
&& i can't stop screaming...
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