Face I am nothing face

Complete by sarcastic tastes

What a waste I think I'd rather die

Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life

Always situations I can never hide

Crying tears of anger, hate

Depressed I never know the me, never know what to do

Slit pour out the life a bottle of the "vive"

A desperate cry for something else to justify

I'm in a daze caused by pain

A failing force that wants to change

Painting the white to grey

Numb body shivering

Blood dripping from the skin

Painting the white to grey

Plastic always drastic

A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic

I know somewhere out there someone cares

Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds as they think it's time repair

These scars will never clear

I'll never be the same little one with hopes of one day maybe being sane

I might have tried before...but I locked the door

Now I need a reason to unlock it

I'm in a daze caused by pain

A failing force that wants to change

Painting the white to grey

Numb body shivering

Blood dripping from the skin

Painting the white to grey

Cutting and popping

I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping

Lying and crying

I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying...

I take dying

I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did

Cold

In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried to die