I tried to paint you from my heart,
but the blade can't go that deep,
From the love you kept apart,

Kept apart from me...

Are you happy that I bleed for you?
That I tried painting you from my life,
But this has gotten old
and duller than my knife,
Don't feel sorry for me,
it was just sex to you
but I gave up myself,
and I'm now paying a price...
The price is so high,
it isn't my life but
it might as well be for me...

Also the worry,and the stress,
would cut myself,
But I don't feel like cleaning
up that particular mess,
Isn't funny,isn't it sad
my love for you was the worst
thing I've ever had,
Or done...

You're such a damn fake
had me believing,
Now look at this mistake,
thanks for decieving.

I won't give you the satisfaction
of seeing me in pain,
Even if faking a smile
will drive me insane...