Gwen Stacy

Put yourself on display
You call yourself pure
Maybe we should face the wall,
close our eyes and kiss ourselves goodbye
One more fight.
There is a good chance I might die
If I am not already dead inside
Tell me how I'm going to feel
Hanging heads and teary eyes
Shiny smile and polished lies
How many times can we change ourselves
Before we disappear completely
Let me out of this mess
No one has to act this way
"I must be blind"
Save your trust for the ones you can fool
This is family. this is pure
You don't have a clue what family is all about
You liar you snake you liar you lie
You call yourself pure