I'm never really happy,
I smile here and
Crack a joke there.
But I'm never really
happy.

It's like water is in
Front of me but it
Won't let me
Drink it,
Like music is being
Played but I
Cannot hear
It.

I'm trying to hold
On but my
Hands keep on
Slipping
And the thoughts keep
On coming but
No one feels like
Listening.

I'll try to be
Happy
But I
Can't promise you
That.

She seemed nice when I met her.
(Dyed) Brown hair and
Perfect ( Colored In) eyebrows and
A good kick.

She's played soccer before,
Just like me.
Even had a nice personality,
Or so I thought.
I wanted to befriend her but
She had other plans.

Now, when I see her at practice
I feel bad about myself.
Soccer used to be my
Safe haven and now it's
Turned into an unbearable sport
All because of the girl with the
(Dyed) Brown hair and
Perfect (Colored In) eyebrows and
A good kick in the
Face.

She cuts for the
times she can't ever
replace.
She cuts for the
love he'll never
return.
She cuts to know
what it's like to be
alive.
She cuts in places
where nobody will
know.

Cigarettes taste better than life sometimes
On his lips, his breathe that mix with mine
Blue eyes, black skies and stormy seas
Her I am, back again and on my knees

Take my virtue dark angel, take my pride
I feel your sweet venom run  deep inside
Pretty and perfect, porcelain and lace
Used and wasted, my body and face

Never did destruction offer such pleasure
Obsessed, undressed,  take any measure
Bound by addiction, by greed and misuse
A insatiable need for your sadistic abuse

**** me and pry me, love what you've taken
Hide me, denied me, leave me forsaken
Drink down heartache, wasted we entwine
I am yours but you were never mine

I want to say what
I've been through but
I'll just end up
In tears.

He** writes,
He lives,
He is.

I just wish
I knew
Him.

I always did let the
Pretty girls get the
Best of me.