From my lips....

She plays the good girl.
Disguising herself with her make up.
She lead me on, got trapped inside.
I got tangled in her webs full of lies.
All I can hope to be is another one of her silly memories.
She would push me to a chair, tie my hands behind my back.
Sit on my lap, give me the biggest grin.
She would whisper in my ear.
She said "Baby, I love you", looked me dead in the eye.
Then went to kiss me but when she kissed me.
From my bottom lip she drew blood.
Grabbed me by my hair, tilted my head back.
While I was trying not to swallow my own blood.
She whispered in my ear once again.
Said "Baby, I lied", She was just playing pointless mind games.
And sliced my heart into two.
But this is the last time, I'm ever feeling blue.
Over her...

So here I stand, while your over there.
Here I stand, trying to breathe this poison air.
There you are, pretending to live life oh so perfectly.