this smoking gun of a mouth of mine has many victims to its name but this time it was your words that killed me right where i was standing i was hit by lightning words of yours went through my chest and i was pulled apart till there was nothing left nothing everyone will remember me only because of how i twist my words around if anyone gets to this point stop yourself from diving in headfirst onto solid ground the twisted thoughts that come out of your mind are heartless at best they keep you from your own recovery i know it takes fun out of living when you have no life you can t insert you can t decide and now you have the guilt of me on your lips  and the crowds silent as a whisper listen as she recites her scenes and one by one with different agendas they pull out their sympathy and you re still my living proof yeah you re still my living proof onto solid ground
['easycore', 'emo', 'pop punk']