With paint on your face

you put a hex on me

Making me have dissbelief

with everything i see

I saw you with that guy

You were way too friendly

you tried keeping it a secret

so it would not kill me

i am not a freak

i am not suicidal

we both know that

i dont believe in titles

if you just see me

as a maniac at heart

i guess that what i am

even though it tears my heart apart

you make fun of me always

because I refuse to love again

many times I’ve tried

but it falls apart like sand

but yet you still wonder

why Its hard to love again