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 poor 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 who wants to change Painting the white to grey Painting the white to grey Numb body shivering Blood dripping from the skin Painting the white to grey Painting the white to 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 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 Cutting popping I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping Lying crying I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying I'll take dying I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did Painting the white to grey My life summed up in a brush Cold in the back of a puppeteer Bathroom floor That's where I tried to die Painting the white to grey