much more to say

what kind of sick pleasure do you get?
when you laugh at my heart and take the light from my eyes
and in tonights distress there's a good chance i'll fall
with the worst intention you've said
most of the words you put by my name
i didn't get to say good bye
deeep into your guilty pleasure
look what you did
i wonder if you'd still be laughing after im dead
i get the feeling most of what i say is wrong
when did we stop talking?
when did you become a stranger in your own life?
when did the little girl in the mirror disapeared?
when did you decide you were selling your mind?
did you think i'd put my hands together after the show you put on?
i can still see the headlights in your eyes
why can't you be what we want you to be?