So her make up is on and her smiles in place,
Her foundation and eye shadow mask her old face...

Have you ever thought of something
Just to prove you could think...

When you are standing at my grave,
Where my stone is one that paves...

There's this girl in the mirror i look to,
when everything seems to be wrong...

I like the things you say to me,
I like how you speak...

Don't promise me forever,
Because we only have today...

He called her ugly,
he called her fat...

A reach through the cracks
of quiet insanity...

I don't think you know me,
i don't think you care...

He calls her ugly, he calls her fat,
He says shes nothing, not even that...

Her brown hair falls onto her shoulders,
Hes always there when she gets colder...

Tear soaked pillows and sleepless nights,
Stained sheets and blacked out lights...