Over Bright Eyes
Bled Shameless Cliches...

Laying on the floor
curled in a ball...

I'm sick of the rumors,
I'm sick of the lies...

Sit there and tell your lies.
Kill me now I want to die...

The rain falls down, Like the tears in your eyes.
Alone and forgotten, and hopeing to die...

Red from cutting you.
and blue from telling lies...

Is it right? Is it wrong?
To starve yourself, you must be strong...

Won't hurt to be fake, just like them
Burn my stories to your skin...

Bent over the bathroom sink.
Toothbrush tip down your throat...

They call you fat.
They make you cry...

I can't explain the pain I feel.
The Hell of the nightmares,has become so real...

My body is torn.
My arms , are red and raw...