Concrete displays the rough parts of my life,nthis feeling so jagged cuts as deep as the knife...nI've displayed all my true forms to you,nwhy can't you see there is nothing else to view?nnMorphing into what you ask for is impossible,nyou're only fed what's broughten and gave,nthis battle leaves scars to my grave,nall I am is pile of left overs,nBled dry, crippling slowly as a slavennWhat I thought was true,nhas vanished behind your masknWhat I never knew,nwas your false, friendship tasknnMorphing into what you ask for is impossible,nyou're only fed what's broughten and gave,nthis battle leaves scars to my grave,nall I am is pile of left overs,nBled dry, crippling slowly as a slavennIt's all make believe in your head,nthe wave you send out makes all feelings dead,nYou could have kept it instead,nI could have saved what I said,nyour obstacles leave me paralyzed in my life I've blednnI am sorry for whatever I've done,nmy minds contraptions are spun...nI miss those times that were fun,nyou complete me, I thought I had won,nyet every bit of that was fake, leaving me to forget and run,naway from it all,nmy minds beginning to install,nnew feelings wanting nothing but you to fall,nto your gruesome, bloody death,nI won't be there to witness your last breathe