Nineteen candles on a bittersweet cake.
Day of joy, day of weary pain...

She'd rather fix her makeup
than her broken heart inside...

Vicious cycles lead to speaking-
talking in circular ways...

Sitting next to my friends,
Smiling, anxiety on this foul wind...

Little words of hatred,
phrases of pain and shame...

I've been telling lies to protect myself,
I've been spinning tales to save you...

Veneer to mask the pain,
it has become a cage with iron bars...

God, my prayers aren't quite good,
so i write down my sob-filled pleas...

Lovely little car wrecks
blazing red in the black night...

Thump thump
you know he's the one...

She wrote her heart unto a page
a little paper white...

Burning in this darkness
Darling, do you have your loaded gun...