Labels are for soup cans;
My hair has been purple; its been green.
Everyone thinks it's because I want to be seen.
This is my body; it's my canvas.
I am going to decorate it as I please.
A piercing here and there;
who is this going to hurt ?
This is how I express,
simply m.a.c.k.e.n.z.i.e
My scars are a part of me;
they aren't the nicest sight.
But at least they look better then your face.
My green eyes hide so many lies.
My fake smile shields so many;
only if you really knew me.
I wish you could hold me and tell me it will be alright.
that would be such a amazing sight.
The thing that is stoping this,
is the truth..
People love me, people hate me.
Lots can't fucking stand me.
Call me emo one more time;
Shove it.
Labels are for soup cans.
Everyone thinks it's because I want to be seen.
This is my body; it's my canvas.
I am going to decorate it as I please.
A piercing here and there;
who is this going to hurt ?
This is how I express,
simply m.a.c.k.e.n.z.i.e
My scars are a part of me;
they aren't the nicest sight.
But at least they look better then your face.
My green eyes hide so many lies.
My fake smile shields so many;
only if you really knew me.
I wish you could hold me and tell me it will be alright.
that would be such a amazing sight.
The thing that is stoping this,
is the truth..
People love me, people hate me.
Lots can't fucking stand me.
Call me emo one more time;
Shove it.
Labels are for soup cans.