Somebody cries in the middle of the night..
it's hard to c the pain behind those eyes...

Now I have another knife in my hand,
doing something you wouldn't understand...

Dear, Ms Perfect:
I feel paralyzed, I cannot move, I cannot speak...

I feel like a f---ing Celebrity,
Tabloids and all...

I feel like a f---ing Celebrity,
Tabloids and all...

I sleep on dirty sheets, staring at the ceiling,
Recollecting sad thoughts, along with a suicidal...

Day and night day and night,
is when I will always think of you...

I am sorry for pretending, I'm sorry for hurting...
I'm sorry for lying, and saying things not true...

I write this on the back of our last photograph,
With a smile on my face and a chuckled laugh...