I`m never waking up again so I`ll never have to find out what you did. Each day it`s harder to pretend. That your eyes aren`t lying as much as your mouth did. I`d grab your head by your hair and I`d hack it off. And put it on display at the front of the yard on a stick that`s decorated with a little pink bow and a sign that says "Her friends and family should have taught her more about love." Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody. But being alone wasn`t half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. But these years alone have eaten me alive. Recounting pages in a book. That I`d torn out ashamed that one day you`d look. Afraid that once you did you`d really know how it felt to be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you`d go. I`m running around, around and it hurts. Tempted to tape up the pages I`d ripped. And although I recognize that we`re attached at the lips ,you`re the one in charge and that the captain`s gotta sink with the ship. Breath taker, smile faker, how could I have let you in my life? You`re a breath taker, smile faker. These years alone have eaten me alive.