... And The Survey Says

I can't fake another smile, because i'm too scared that it might wrinkle. and i can't afford to give you another good reason to hate me. i can't believe i'm writing this,

Because i could never say it to your face and i can't repress my deepest thoughts, i'm trying hard just to keep you calm...from tearing down my pictures from your walls.

So i'll leave a note by the phone for just in case when you get home you would care to call...but you probably won't care at all. so just for the record, i'm not going to college, my words are better spent when i spit them out on stage and my clothes are better fit when i wear them slightly tighter, there's nothing you can do...

Because that's all i have to say to you. because these hopeless words get in your way.

So i'm going out for the evening, it's too late to turn back now, when everything you've known has been a lie.

Everytime you said you were sorry, it was a lie. so take this as a gift, take this bitter heart you make for me and throw it away. oh, would you throw it all away?

You say you want the best for me, but you just want to brag about me with your friends. so please lie to them...won't you please tell them that im perfect
I'm everything you wanted me to be...