Burnt out kinda beautiful Shy and sickeningly sweet Eyes downcast in fear An enticing little treat I like to take them scared And show them to be alive So I can take it all away I live to make them cry I want to cut them up inside With a twist of my worded knife Make them beg for the air they breath I want every inch of their life It's just the way I love them How I feel good with time Make them realize they need me And when they leave me I die Nobody deserves my love For it's an acquired taste But I fell for everyone of them Especially her burnt out beauty of a face
The mirror is not my friend. I asked it once, "who is the fairest of them all?" And my own mouth answered, "certainly not you." I heard it echo a thousand times in a Thousand different voices, all of them telling me I’d never be good enough. For myself, for anyone. I let my fist find the reflection of my mouth And I did not flinch as my blood fell onto the shards.
She is electric, frenetic energy Dancing on broken glass, She’s the current racing through oceans. She’s about to overload your circuits, And tomorrow you’ll thank her for it, Begging on your knees for just One more taste.