The Birthday Massacre

Waiting, as I'm wanting to
Speaking as I'm spoken to
Changing to your point of view
Fading as I follow you
A boylish notion of false emotion
These words are spoken, despite my love
A fool's devotion was set in motion
My eyes are open now
It's a glass cage so I can't pretend
You hide beneath the physical
I see it coming but I can't defend
You cut so deep,my belief is gone
My belief is gone
My belief is...
Tell me what I want to say
Save me for another day
Break me It's the game you play
Hate me as I turn away
A boylish notion of false emotion