Verse 1



I fall to peices green eyes glisten on my veiw

Words are printed, not perfect but readable to you

Her thoughts of anger despression that is non-sadistic

She does her hair, cosmetics and her lipstick

And plays mind games toys with you with all her beauty

But deep beneath her skin, there's a girl that you can see

She's not innocent a serpent beneath all that paint

Write your last chapter, Journal of her last day



Chorus



I bite my tongue, so I won't abuse you

I clentch my fists, but I won't bruise you

I tighten my grip, around your neck

Diary of your dieing december...



Awaken!.. and take my hand

Ink drips, letters on the page

Become smudged, she's never loved

Journal Of her last day...



Verse 2



January burns a hole in december

Can you hear me? watch as I will burn the amber

And burn the girl, red fire suggesting lust

She passes in the smoke toxic fumes breathing musk

Choke her down onto her feet breathing envy (breathing envy)

Choke her then see, if you love her quite the same

Because She's Prettier Dead

Shes Prettier dead shes dead..



Chorus



I bite my tongue, so I won't abuse you

I clentch my fists, but I won't bruise you

I tighten my grip, around your neck

Diary of your dieing december...



Awaken!.. and take my hand

Ink drips, letters on the page

Become smudged, she's never loved

Journal Of her last day...