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

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

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...

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

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

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

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...

Laying on the floor
curled in a ball...

Over Bright Eyes
Bled Shameless Cliches...

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