Tell me something true.
Come on, tell me something true.
Lies flow from your mouth in shades of red.
I've seen the messages between you two.
And I didn't want to believe it, which is why it was so easy to make me look crazy.
It took a while for the smoke to clear from my hatred.
But now that I can see clearly, you really broke a promise to me.
I want to tell you of the landmines in my head but you have this way of making me feel like it's all my fault.
Maybe that's why you like her more.
Because she's fearless, I'm extraordinarily broken and you could careless.
My childhood is catching up with me and I'm trying to hold myself in one piece but I'm starting to think this isn't me.
I feel like I need to kill myself and put her to rest and start over on a brand new chance.
See, whoever I was meant to be never got to come out, so I want to clear those dead abused flowers now.
But fear is a hard thing to beat and I'm sorry dear, it's just not going to be that neat.
See, I need to bleed and fester and puss.
Maybe then I can let go of this stuff.
So while I'm already bruised, bleeding and blue, come on, tell me something true.