• I listen to the thud of my heart,
    Against my hollow skin.
    And slowly your words continue to sink in.
    Slower, slower, until there's nothing left
    And my eyes begin to close.
    They try their best to open,
    They try to no avail.
    I hear your tearless cries.
    They sing of false sorrow.
    But as my eyes begin to open again
    The grin runs from your face.
    I've become something else,
    And it was you who made me this way.

    I feel the corners of my paper heart,
    Cutting deep inside my skin.
    They start to fold, and fold, and fold
    Until there's nothing left within.
    Ignorance drips off your every word
    It's more than I can bear.
    Because with every false truth you speak
    The paper begins to tear.
    Yet I fight back this time.
    I strike one, I strike twice
    And for the last time I strike again.
    Look who's laughing now.
    The weak will always win.
    And in the end all I have to say is,
    It was you who made me this way.