She's a kind hearted spirit,
That loves everything at will.
if you want to,
You could break her heart and watch it wilt.

People change and forget to tell each other,
Because misery loves company,
And this bed is made for two.

It's all fading now,
along the heavy footsteps
that now carries all of you.

You've got paper limbs,
And it seems that you're tearing down the sides.
I didn't understand the words we used to say,
But now I do.

Paint me black, for I am no longer golden.
And while you fall asleep,
I'll be swimming through my broken veins,
The poisoned blood inside of me.
Learning to say words like I mean it.

When I don't.