Maybe if I had something to say to you I'd say it
But I don't, and you wouldn't care anyways
Maybe if you didn't twist all of my words I would talk to you
Maybe
But probably not
Why can't you listen?
Why do you have to be right all the time?
Why do you need everyone to think you're perfect.
You're not
No one is
But you'd like us to think you are
So you slink back, back into the wals
You agree. You smile, you smirk
And you're perfect
To everyone but me
And you can't stand that
You can't stand the fact that I know you
I knew you before you disappeared
I liked her a lot more
Now all you are is a horrid, stained canvas
Once there was a masterpiece
A mind, a beautiful heart.
But it's rotten away
Into the walls of your ribs
Into all of the people you've changed to please
But nobody likes her now
And nobody knows her now.
