& in a beat of a heart
the damage was done

My arms are full of lies
Its my artistic way of dealing
Of the pain you cause me

He saw her change
Nothing he could do
Except watch her fall

Life behind a mask
Never lets it show
But if you look closely
You can see the blade

My life that crack
In the pavement
That you step on
Every day

Were the kind of kids
Who always make mistakes
You're the kind of kids who constantly
Shove it in our face

I'll stop cutting
When you stop yelling

You scream and i bleed
you hit and i bleed
you cry, i bleed no more
your little girl died
beacuse you were to busy seeing her faults

Her words say she doesn't care
her body langue says don't come near
but dear,
she's nearly there, can you smell her fear?
one more slice and she'll never have been here

Laugh it off
it's just a joke
but her writs tell a different story