There is no such thing as perfect
I feel no butterflies...

Welcome to our house
Its filled with hate not love...

Do I look okay to you
Cuz I feel like I'm falling down harder everyday...

Its pouring blood outside
Gods red tears fall as he cries...

Is his love pure
Or is he pretending...

What if someone finds out?
About all these little cuts...

I am nobody
Nobody hears me, nobody cares...

To walk or stay
To shush or say...

I hate how I let you get under my skin
Because instead of looking away from you, I try...

Open answered pieces
Closes never shut...

Maybe I'm the only liar between us
I threw our love out in the rain and watched it...

Not anymore will you see the tears fall down like...
ive scared away all the pain...