we were the perfect two but it hurt so        
        much & now we are through..

We are only as wicked
     As we make ourselves
           Out to be.

We tell one another life is great.
Yet we all want to die,
suicidal children trying not to cry
We tell one another to put the blade down by the bed,
Holding a six inch barrel to our head.
One click, one push, maybe before a joint of some kush to ease the thoughts while pulling the trigger back, body on the floor blood oozing through a skulls crack. Screams come from left to right~the girl is dead. So whos next in line? The young boy whos got a rope, a stool and some time.

You told me to smile
   You told me to laugh

And i tried

You told me to be happy
  You told me to stay strong

And i attempted

You told me you loved me
  You told me everything was fine

And i listened

You told me she was just a friend
  You told me i ment the world to you

And i believed

I told myself something was wrong
  I told myself not to listen to your lies

And i was right

Pretty pretty dancer smile for the crowed

Pretty pretty dancer live, love and laugh out loud

Pretty pretty dancer put down that blade

Pretty pretty dancer your smile starts to fade

Pretty pretty dancer what have you done?

Pretty pretty dancer is gone, dead and done...

You cannot always trust a pretty face. What you see as an angel, may be a demon hiding beneath the skin.