Your lost,
Amongst your own frights,
Blood curdling yells,
And crocodile tears.

But we�re bored,
Of it all now,
Trying to help,
When you just through it right back.

Because it hurts,
Stabs me right there,
Where my music,
Doesn�t shield, damn.

Tall man,
Like some friendly giant,
Twisted though,
Smiling on the wrong side of his face.

Basically lied,
To kill me off,
Because it�s saves you,
I was hiding those scars.

I could�ve stole your limelight,
I could�ve confessed all,
But I didn�t,
Because this was your first taste of the stage,

You�re a good actor,
Lets pretend your sad,
Split personality?
You�re fake, all three of you.

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Some of the people that inspire me to write are: K-chan *hugs and kisses, xx*. Hayley *hold in there love, hugs*. Benji Madden *a tattooed, pierced teddy bear*. Billy Martin *a sweet gothic angel, fallen?*. Davey Havok *he is God, please worship*. Daniel Johns *simple, yet perfect, meaningful lyrics*. Brody Dalle *fucking hot*.

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