My story lies in these walls,
Even in these halls,
And we must keep it secret,
Even if you don't like it.
My story lies on my skin,
And anybody who finds out could send me to the loony bin,
But I have these scars because of the lies,
And to me and things that I do everybody defies.
My story lies within my blood,
Keeping the pain in as it drips with a sound that's so good,
Reminding me of those kisses those have given to thee,
Keeping the feeling of the silver dreams against the flesh of me.
Now all of your clothes are slathered in red,
Nothing matters since you lied to me in bed,
This is my story that you now will hear and hate,
Nothing can stop death as I plan to be purposely late.
Even in these halls,
And we must keep it secret,
Even if you don't like it.
My story lies on my skin,
And anybody who finds out could send me to the loony bin,
But I have these scars because of the lies,
And to me and things that I do everybody defies.
My story lies within my blood,
Keeping the pain in as it drips with a sound that's so good,
Reminding me of those kisses those have given to thee,
Keeping the feeling of the silver dreams against the flesh of me.
Now all of your clothes are slathered in red,
Nothing matters since you lied to me in bed,
This is my story that you now will hear and hate,
Nothing can stop death as I plan to be purposely late.