Remember my face, Remember my name. I've been beaten at my own fucking game.
Run from me, Your legs cant take you far enough, Away from what I'll use, To remove your heart, That you don't even have.
You're worse than me.
You're better off dead. The words I said meant something to me, And I kept your life intact, Why do I still call you a friend? You dirty bitch, I fulfilled the opinion of you That everyone, That everyone had.
Don't you see what you've become? What I've become? You don't mean anything. Don't you know you've lost your life? Your innocence? And you've stolen my pride.
What have I done, To deserve this? You've deceived me, but you're not, The one I need. And what you are, Now is the death of me. Tell me, Tell me, Keep me, Away from what you've become.
So maybe you will see one day, You made yourself into a slave, You're the one who will pay, and you will, Never ever be the same again, You will live with this burden, and die alone.
So get the fuck up, And show me what you're worth, Other than a stupid whore.
End the things that you have started, Live a life that you have poisoned. "I'm okay" -- I do pretend, I want to live again.
What have I, What have I done? Bring it back from the dead, What I took was not a gift.
What have I done? WENCH. Please live without my sin.