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 im 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 u anymore u fucking trashwhore
Don't cut me off, u won the battle but the war yeah i lost
You have cut me u have cut me off