Tragic Days - Hate

To what do I owe such tragic days...
Full pf pain to ignore what you say?
To what do I owe such tragic nights...
of choking words of hate and spite?

Painted lips and cheeks and eyes.
Covered blood that you despise.
Tragic days, nights and dreams.
Fresh and haunting memories.

See what you have done to me?
False joy, no longer seen.
Fals smiles, promises, false love.
Sinful as a blood soaked dove.

Razor blade rests on my veins
no wound or blood to be seen.
But swears for another day.
See what you have dont to me?

My numb, my peace, my novacaine.
Gone so quick, I did not see.
Never again can I give my heart.
You should not have had it from the start.

This is not mine it is Insain Rebels!!!!!!!!