Although you painted a beautiful picture,
your actions began to tear off the lies
and fade the amusing colors you put
before my eyes.

Your true colors began to show
and you tore a hole so deep into my heart
I'm not sure if it can be fixed.

I'll always love you.
but you will forever be the death of me...

I wanna rip the flesh off my bones and
bleed until I no longer breathe.

I hate the way I live.
Afraid to be anything more than what
I'm told to be.

I wish that I could look at you with empathy

Sometimes I feel like I've become what you were scared to be

Which makes it really hard to look at you with sympathy

'Cause if I'm feeling bad for you, then I have to feel bad for me

And that's just something I feel like we don't deserve

Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them an extra bullet for their gun because they missed you the first time.