Something’s aren’t perfect
It explains itself/In 500 different ways
she’s entered hell/Its always rain’s on her special day
Sadness swarms the mind of a girl who misses you
I’ve got one thing wrong with me
Im not perfect/But Im not great
She’s always crying/and Im always lying
so you share your feelings with random people/I guess its what I get for being evil
I explain myself /In 500 different ways/I must be the storm
That Rains on her special day/Holding you from the front
Cause you’ve been loved by the back
unknown places/for unknown faces
and all of it goes down the drain
blood on my door/here comes the pain
Ill cut myself / To see if im awake / blood on my door
every drop is a mistake/such a red door now
she left me for him/shes going away/shes going away
shes going away/For now