Face I am nothing face Complete by sarcastic tastes What a waste I think I'd rather die Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life Always situations I can never hide Crying tears of anger, hate Depressed I never know the me, never know what to do Slit pour out the life a bottle of the "vive" A desperate cry for something else to justify I'm in a daze caused by pain A failing force that wants to change Painting the white to grey Numb body shivering Blood dripping from the skin Painting the white to grey Plastic always drastic A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic I know somewhere out there someone cares Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds as they think it's time repair These scars will never clear I'll never be the same little one with hopes of one day maybe being sane I might have tried before...but I locked the door Now I need a reason to unlock it I'm in a daze caused by pain A failing force that wants to change Painting the white to grey Numb body shivering Blood dripping from the skin Painting the white to grey Cutting and popping I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping Lying and crying I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying... I take dying I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did Cold In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried to die