You seemed so afraid when you left my charade
And was suddenly so aspired when you picked up the blade
And mutilated yourself until you couldn't mutilate anymore
You bled onto that white shirt I wore
It's not your fault that he's become a *****
But the television he is being exposed to more and more
He will never forget your lies
And you can't do anything about it, so stop shutting your eyes
Because maybe someday, you will realize
The pain and suffering you've caused
And in so many ways, you've broken all of the laws