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

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...

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

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

Laying on the floor
curled in a ball...

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

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

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

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

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

Over Bright Eyes
Bled Shameless Cliches...