Alone with a feeling of hate
You betrayed me and I knew all along...

Walk into my room
Lock the door...

You watch me as I cry myself to sleep
Im not a piece of art at the show...

You watch me cry myself to sleep
Im not a piece of art at the show...

I look in the mirror
And I hate what looks back at me...

I hear you calling my name
As I pick the lunch my mother packed...

I cannot fix my broken wings
They are damaged beyond repair...

Crying so hard my body shakes
Nothing can stop the pain...

Took my watch off to wash my hands
Didnt exactly go to plan...

They are all the same
Throwing questions my way...

You look at her
Why not at me...

All this s**t
You put me through...