Sir You Are The Screw Up.

Painted walls and paper dolls,
lies and memory's,
clouded minds and intertwines,
of heartache and misery,

your picture's faded heart is rated,
i feel so insecure,
after all you let me fall,
my heart is feeling sore,

it's cut in half you'll feel my wrath,
after all the pain,
now you shall cry your hearts will die,
this is not a game,

your loves in vain and were insane,
thinking of your stew up,
now you will feel that life is real,
because sir you are the screw up.