I put my hands through a wall

The other day

When I am all alone

I get carried away

I spent the whole time

Proving I could stay

Proving you so wrong

So I could keep pushing you away

I want to kill something pretty

I want to be a man

I want to kill something pretty

With my bare hands

I guess we are all dying

Just at different speeds

It's just my luck that you died

faster than me

I'll be that something pretty

Pushing you away

Well disguised, you disgust yourself

I was always busy

Poking through my brain

You were always quiet

Doing just the same

I'll be your something pretty

Pushing you away

We live so different

And die just the same