This is what we like to call a disaster
A problem from the start
A bullet through my heart
Help me cause I'm falling apart
Will you be the one who still believes me when I'm dead?
Thanks for listening to the voices in my head.
Let's use our weapons to teach the world
about the story of a boy who loved a girl and changed the happy ending to be awfully sad
Since when did fairy tales end this bad?
This is what we like to call a disaster
A problem from the start
A bullet through the heart
Help me cause I'm falling apart.
With one's and two's
I'll count my stars
And hope that one of them is you
But in the end my dreams come last...
