Tell me you lied
That you regret...

Tonight I'll carve a shallow grave in my arm
To bury the love that's dead and gone...

Take my picture out of the frame
If it makes you feel better...

What can you do
To mend a broken heart...

Lying here with you,
watching the day pass by...

My hair hangs over my face
Like the shadows of a tree...

I cry for you at night,
for your well being and for your love...

At the ripe old age
Of sixteen...

I know that no one's life is perfect.
I know that I am cynical and sarcastic and all...

It's so complicated
But simple at the same time...

This page of my life is wrinkled
Stained with drops of blood and tears...

I keep waking up confused
Wondering how I woke up in Hell...