Surrounded by people
Who care to much...

With a gruff voice
He whispers lies...

Fingers like razor blades
So grip my throat...

Three shots
And he watched her bleed...

He puts her on a pedestal
And then he knocks her down...

Pretty little girl
pretty little smile...

I'll be a good girl
And step to the side...

You asked me if you died today
What is it I'd say...

Poison bottle
X marks the spot...

What do you do
When the one you love...

I smell his sent
Even when he's not around...

Your lieing
I can see all the signs...