Would it be better if I slit my throat
Take my neck, choke and choke
Would it be better if I never spoke
Stepped on stage and sang a single note
I left the masquarade before my true colors show
Left in the garden without a single fuckin seed to grow
I thought there might be something more I looked and so
Dream gurl denied, I swallowed pride and now I have to know
I have fucked it up
And now I'm back to where I started all over again
My solitude has proved to be my own hallucinogen
"olivia" knew she could just pretend
Her real-life barbie is something only I could comprehend
And how I wish I had a heart of stone
Wouldnt care so much when I'm alone
My hope has gone to stop from slow
On the floor again I have to know that...
I have fucked it up
I don't need you anymore you fucking trashwhore
Don't cut me off, you won the battle but the war yeah I lost
You have cut me. You have cut me off