you tell me that im perfect
i dont belive you
you tell me that you miss me
why wont you say whats true
you used em for your self
i looked good by your side
you dont know how it hert
i wish i would have died
love is warm but deadley
just blood cried like tears
it has ben done many ways
just prefected over years
one day you saw what i was doing
you said youd help me through
but lies you onley said
and my hatred onley grew
you said if i dressed more prepy
i could gain some life long friends
but i onley dressed much darker
now the story ends
i dressed like you wanted
and met some people too
but i was still your trophy
i knew what i had to do
i had a razor on my desk
it was cold so alone
i carved my pain away
the razor found its home
i gess you know how it ends
at my funeral no one cried
but i died with a smial
cuz now i hear no lies