My second verse gets brighter than this first,
But please give me a chance to show me at my worst. 
When it ends I hope you'll seize on the reprieve, 
And just be grateful for once that my heart is up my 
sleeve. 

Forget my blessings, I am counting calories,
But all I seem to vomit out are these routine 
pleasantries 
To keep my friends the safer side of enemies 
I don't know why I even care, but I guess I was born to 
please 

Don't let me see you making eyes again. 

I'm dressed as death and I am taking to the floor,
Spreading curses and condemning every reveller I've 
scorned,
Till there was bodies and there was music and there was 
me,
I'll be the beautiful centre of a perfect Halloween... 
Now they just lie there. 

Don't let me see you making eyes again. 

I am so eloquently voicing my dismay,
and when it ends will be the worst part of your day.