Burn, stab, snip, scrape.
Dragged through broken glass again and again.
I often wonder when I'll break.
Surviving is just giving in.
These eyes keep watching all the horrors, dressed up like they're fantasies.
Then I get dragged across the border,
into heartache, my one disease.
I can't seem to grasp the concept that real love does not exist.
A pretty face, a pretty lie,
backed up by an empty kiss.
I give up and so should you.
The flight is just not worth pain.
All of the effort,
all of the love,
all of me was all in vain.