After a while you get used to it,
When pain is all you've known.
I hate always being second best,
I think it's about time that you go.
I've been torn into pieces,
It's more than just being hurt.
You'll see the knife in my hands,
And the blood on my shirt.
There's nothing better than revenge;
As the list of names shortens again.
You can never read my eyes,
As they're are nothing but empty and hollow.
And I never want to do this again,
Each night I pray there is no tomorrow.
But wishes never come true,
Not for me or for you.
I've been torn into pieces,
It's more than just being hurt.
You'll see the knife in my hands,
And the blood on my shirt.
There's nothing better than revenge;
As the list of names shortens again.
I laugh at your screams,
I ignore all your cries.
Now you know how it feels,
For someone to take your life.
You beg for me to stop,
I smile at all your pain.
You yell that it hurts,
But I don't feel any shame.
Because wishes never come true,
Not for me or for you.
I've been torn into pieces,
It's more than just being hurt.
You'll see the knife in my hands,
And the blood on my shirt.
There's nothing better than revenge;
As the list of names shortens again.
