ConvictionnYou look so goodnLying on me bednBut don't get it twistednI know where your lips have beennGet out, get out now.nnYour picture may be worth a thousand wordsnBut not even the sweetest talk can change my mind.nnYou're a fakenand im fed upnRealize that our time has comenDon't act like it's not your fault.nnYour picture may be worth a thousand wordsnBut not even the sweetest talk can change my mind.nnHer hands on my back.nThe touch of her lips.nThe smell of her hair.nThat I cant resist. nThe face that she makes.nWhen she starts to scream.nThe knife in my hand.nIts all just a dream.