Fake these smiles; its my end.

Who would have thought;
that behind the fake smiles
is a girl with a pistol to her head
and a knife through her heart.

Take off this mask and you will see
how this girl reminds you of me.
With the past on her wrist and her future in the bullet
give me the courage and maybe I'll pull it.

So..

Could you get me my box?
I need to release my pain.
Hand me that blade
this feelings hard to tame.

The blue ones come first
then the red to ease my mind
Damn that needle is looking so good
But my veins are hard to find

So look at these smiles,
lets be niave.
We can pretend to give a damn
they say its what I need.

But when the tears fall
her bleeding heart crys.
Can't you see her pain?
Her life has been a lie.

She's trapped in a cage
So i'll try to let her free.
Only to find myself staring at this girl,
How could this be me?

So with that knife my last drop falls,
when the blade is finished with my skin.
My beautiful line,
is finally my end.

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Had to vent out.. not very good though.