How did we get here again?
caught in these lies and smiles
a complex game of cat and mouse.
Write false letters as your ink runs dry inside the pen
while he keeps on driving away, going miles and miles.
Sitting alone inside this cold and empty old house,
mimicking how I feel inside, how it feels inside...
All those times that I've lied while inside I've died;

Driving until I lose control
as her pen hits the paper,
the hood hits the side and the car starts to roll..
Writing with curves and turns, she releases a whimper
the facade of glassy eloquence fails, she gets the call.
Her glass heart shatters at her feet, as she falls to her knees;
the facade of glassy eloquence falls, she's not a doll.
Sobbing and crying as her papers burn, and she'll just freeze.


The chill sets in, creeping around inside her fragile soul
the chill sets in, she can't escape it, no she can't run.
Paralyzed by her own blood, bound by the fear and what it's stole,
paralyzed by her own blood, as the marks turn to red she is done...


Bleed. Out.