Its all the ways u made my life turn
its all the ways u made the tears burn
its all the ways u turned so cold
its all the ways ill love u till im old...

Nobody said it was going to be easy
cos reds my colour now
u tore apart my feelings...
and now i hope u burn in hell

Im building bridges
and ure just burning them down
you treat me like im NOTHING
but i still want u around

Thing that hurts the most
is that u never gave our dance...
a second chance

Ure plastic heart has melted
ure eyes have lost there radiant glow
ure nothing more than a boy
with too high expectations...
one thing on ure mind...
((boy)) go slow

Maybe ill joke myself something
that u still care
that u only pretend to hate me...
maybe ill kid myself that ure eyes arent diluted
that u mean everything you say...
but the truths slipping out...

Im having an identity crisis
i dont know who i am\or what i used to be...
i need to be someone...
i just wanna be me

I still taste u
i still feel u
the way u loved me
the way u touched me
i still love u
i will for a long time
so get off my back
n leave me to die x

Shes just a put on depressant
with red stains on her wrist...
this is how u see me!!

**from my poem reflecting the burning red

Cuttings like bulimia
it releases all this sh**t
its a form of mutilation
it messes with your head