What's the point of being perfect
what's the point of being a good girl
what's the point of being nice
what's the point of being saved
trying to smiles at everybody
making these smiles make me so sick
sick to the point
I wanted to vomit my guts out
it's so dark
it's like my kind of nature here
I'm faded
fading into the dark is the kind I like
fading until no one will notice me
can't save my soul from the darkness I created
I kinda like the cold air
it's peace and quiet here
nobody can disturb me here
blocking out the positive
and lock the door
out of harm
I'm saved here
