Trapped in undefined torment
with demons screamig my name.
M-U-R-D-E-R,foever chasing me.

Theres a girl crying in my mirror tonight
and there is nothing i can tell her yo make her feel alright

I'm schizophrenic
that makes five of us

Decietful is a word that fits you well
but fake is a word that around me dwells

Makeup is like a smile
it makes your face bright and beautiful but when it washes off all of your secret flaws are revealed

My heart is a balloon filled with nothing but dark secrets that my fatal friend hides

Without a peep
she will creep
dead or asleep
your soul is hers to keep

Running so long in the distance
surrounded by all of your lies
so i sit in my crimson puddle
just waiting to die

I'm not afraid of the dark...
i'm just afraid of what lurks in it

Make up is every girls best friend.
because it shields the secrets that we're hiding within