i hope that you're glad
today was the last
you were painted pictures
i was stained glass
i break, but you fade
the cracks that you made
will never compare to your fakeness
it doesn't really matter
but at least now i know
the lies that you tell
the knives that you throw
tomorrow i'm sober
tomorrow i'm older
tomorrow i go on my way
stay in that corner
it's out of order
face to the wall, you break when you fall
i won't be exploited
this could have been avoided
face to the wall, you break when you fall
the illusion of the century
the precision, the mastery
wasn't quite intact tonight
i remember well, i remember right
you'll remember me for the rest of your life
pretty little picture
pretty little face
wasn't oh so pretty
when the colors were erased
tomorrow i'll move on
tomorrow comes too soon
tomorrow i'll go on my way
stay in that corner
it's out of order
face to the wall, you break when you fall
i won't be exploited
this could have been avoided
face to the wall, you break when you fall
the fault was no one elses'
this is just what happens
you weave too many stories to follow
i'm not happy and i'm not hollow
i'm not empty and you're too shallow
stay in that corner
it's out of order
face to the wall, you break when you fall
one single act of kindness
spread over years of blindness
face to the wall, you break when you fall
