The raddest chicks never say die

Save what you thought would be a
chance. Who knows where you might
be if she sees the blood on your
hands.

Paint a picture of this
scene in your brain; remember the
way everything used to be.

I've
been tearing out the pages and
rewriting them to fit a more exact
description of you. What exactly
did you expect from me? I've seen
to the core of you being, the
world will know your false
beauty.

What a surprise even
the stars were distracted but I
didn't see anything I was looking
for. Seeing enough of this could
kill me; where is my place if
falsities are seen as real?

You
are starting to take the blue
right out from my eyes, I'm
counting the days until I leave
you behind. You're really not
worth any of my time. You're image
crumbles underneath the vision of
a closer eye.

What a surprise even
the stars were distracted but I
didn't see anything I was looking
for. Seeing enough of this could
kill me; where is my place if
falsities are seen as real?

Your image
shatters like glass even more as I
attempt to collect the debris; It
seems the more I try the less
thats there for me.

You always
give up easy its sickening. Why
can't you remember you have a
chance? This all is missing the
last puzzle piece, but nothing
will change because if your dead
inside, I can't do anything for
you.

Save it, save what you
thought would be a chance.
Save it, save what you
thought would be a chance.
Save it, save what you
thought would be a chance.
Save it, save what you
thought would be a chance.