He's not a masterpiece
nothing special atall...

I sit on the bathroom floor.
feeling sick again...

So fragile, his heart is broken
in a million peices, bruised...

I had my suspicions,
that you had another...

The midnight moon sparkles,
across the cristal lake...

I am that rose that's dying in the corner,
locked away in the corner of your mind...

Broken hearts,
never heal...

I look at the floor,
and see my reflection...

I can't scream.
i can't shout...

He sits. praying. wanting.
he breathes. laying. haunting...

No sleeping pills,
no razor blade...

I HATE YOU! i scream as you walk away.
but inside im loving you even more...