I Killed The Prom Queen – Are You Playing Dead?

Erasing every memory I have of you

I hide the pictures away from me

Are you happy with what you have done

Throw away the future that you have created

I cannot erase you

A vision of

Of perfection

Pull out my eyes

Cut through my heart

As these hearts are the

difference between me and you

Out of the darkness you

became the lowest immortal

The ash felt is my bed,

these broken foundations in my head

Free yourself, Free your mind. Free yourself

As you are captured, sold for spare parts

A vision of

Of perfection

Pull out my eyes

Cut through my heart

Burn out my eyes