Blood stained hands and the mistake of the 21st century.

I'm trying to imagine you broken and distorted.
But it's so hard when you seem perfectly perfect.
All those guys around your perfect face.
Makes me want to regurguitate.
I'm sick of your put downs.
I'm sick of your lies.
Especially when I know it's all a disguise
Your broken and torn just like me
Give it up, give up the ghost
The ghostly shadow veiled over your face taking to your shape just like blood on my hands.
I'm so happy, right now you see..
I have gotten rid of my shadow
You're no longer bothering me.