Plastic people......
all defined by makeup
cheap talk
and fake laughter
ringing in my ears....
i wont be like that....

I play with razors
i fool round with knives
i cut myself...
to feel (ALIVE)

I bled out ink....
to spell my pain.....
words etched into skin.....
burn.....

Its the way u whispered in my ear...
"u are my everything"

The pills numbed me down...
tore me inside out...
couldnt cry
couldnt scream...
i was fake
the pills made me fake...
so i guess fabricated is now me...

Scrutenising imperfections
sinking deeper into depression

Starving beneath starched white linen... stained with droplets of crimson...

U soaked through my skin
like a bullet through my brain...

The pressure on her F**CKING lips...
are hands around my throat...

And... so u walked me to the edge again