Happiness only exists in Fairytales and Dreams, and just like books can be torn at the seams.

Is it wrong that my Ex said I should kill myself?
Or is it even more wrong that I want to?

I'm a marianet without the strings,
but you still seem to control me.

Behind that beautiful face can be so much pain and torture that you never even knew existed.

I'm falling in love with you.
Just promise me one thing...
that you'll be there to catch me.

I remember you once saying "I'm falling in love with you"
I had already fallen but you left me there all by myself and you just walked away.

How can you love something so dead inside?

Why am I the way I am?
I don't any other way to be...
and that scares me.

I once said "I'll love you forever"
but I now realize that forever is a long time without you.

I was dead before you met me,
you didn't make me this way.