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 pour 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 that wants to change
  Painting the white to grey
  Numb body shivering
  Blood dripping from the skin
  Painting the white to grey
  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 be 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
  I'm in a daze caused by pain
  A failing force that wants to change
  Painting the white to grey
  Numb body shivering
  Blood dripping from the skin
  Painting the white to grey
  Cutting and popping
  I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping
  Lying and crying
  I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying...
  I take dying
  I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did
  Cold
  In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried to die