Break me down and tear me apart
Isnt that your finest art
My blood your paint the wall your canvas
I dont even understand this

You say you love me when i try to leave
and everytime your words I believe
But the story is always the same
and on every page i play your sick game

Maybe its a master peice your after
and i am your beautiful disaster
then you will find another weak heart
to use and abuse and paint your new art

I need to leave before its to late
in a way i still love you and thats what i hate
staying with you would be a fatal mistake
one that part of me is willing to make