She smells like how she used to today...
before things got so hard
theres a gleam in her eyes
n no scars on her arms
theres no fakeness with her
shes genuine n gorgeous
radiant n stunning......
but her cold corpe is lying in a morgue

You are such a dirty
contagious disease...
u inject me at ease
you cause these tears
you made these fears

Im safer now
locked in myself
since its ended
you changed...
so i locked the door
i closed my eyes
blare the music
drown out the pain
take the razor at my thigh again n again
its breaking my heart

Explain it to me
this coldness
these glassy lost and lonely eyes
explain why i feel so suffocated
why everything makes me cry...

Do u see what i see...
no i dont believe u would
telling lies to a shatered mirror
turning bad what was once good...
because shes different
shed break herself to make you smile
but you just leaver her home alone
listening to the phones dial...

Shes on a mind f**cking merry go around

A polaroid shot stamping a time
when the world turned its back on me
and screamed "she isnt mine"

from my poem dead pan eyes and fake smiles

Mascara down a cheek will tell
a story that i know to well

All those who had been there for me
didnt know what to do...
that sweet tempred girl was gone
now there was just you...

from my poem i used to be your princess

She liked to think she was different
but she was just a copy of an imitation...