I must be a freak.
That's not so terrible, I think...
Maybe that's why
All my friends pretend I'm dead.
I've turned into a complete freak.
No longer do I question what I think.
But I feel too much,
There should be "Freak" warning sign
stamped on my forehead.
It hasn't quite hit me yet.
The shock phase is wearing off
Faster than my waterproof mascara is crying off
I think I might just die,
Of heart-break,
This is more than my meager heart can take!
And you lie, you are nothing more than a fake!
And maybe it's who you pretended to be
That I love,
That made me fall for the lies you weaved.
The needle you stitched,
You embroidered so lovingly,
You patched my broken heart,
The heart of a freak.
And now you ripped,
Torn are all my seams.
Unrepairable,
No one can put back together
me.