would it be better if i slit my throat

take my neck, choke and choke

would it be better if i never spoke

stepped on stage and sang a single note

i left the masquarade before my true colors show

left in the garden without a single fuckin seed to grow

i thought there might be something more i looked and so

dream gurl denied, i swallowed pride and now i have to know

i have fucked it up

and now im back to where i started all over again

my solitude has proved to be my own hallucinogen

"olivia" knew she could just pretend

her real-life barbie is something only i could comprehend

and how i wish i had a heart of stone

wouldnt care so much when i'm alone

my hope has gone to stop from slow

on the floor again i have to know that...

i have fucked it up

i dont need u anymore u fucking trashwhore

dont cut me off, u won the battle but the war yeah i lost

you have cut me. u have cut me off