You're Always Right (With a Gun in Your Hand).

When your (heart, clock, mind) stopped ticking, did you cry?
As everything you (knew, loved, feared) fell apart,
As I sunk my (crowbar, fist, tires) into your head,
The last hope you had (shattered, fell apart) in your hands.
Everything I (do, say, write) is just comedy reflected in your eyes.
Am I just a (fucking, stupid, childish) joke to you?

Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am the girl you thought you knew.
But look now, you're not so pretty when you're dripping scarlet!
This is the blemish on the perfect picture who thought you drew,
Let me be the best friend you turns into something violent.
Allow me to stab you in the back, if that's what you expect from me,
Because I know you're always right (with a gun in your hand).
I'll be that last fatality; that's all you expect from me.
Maybe I'd try to fight back, but I don't think I can.

Feel the sting this knife makes on your skin, are you afraid yet?
That rush of blood to the wound, have you stopped breathing yet?
You're so pretty from a distance; up close we see the flaws.
By this point there's no return, we've sailed into your jaws.
Can you see where this may have been your fault?