Pencil-thin facade,
your face a cliche
of paper mache lies

Dancing this masquerade,
your torn mask turning
to confetti before my eyes

I'm going to walk away,
I'll pack my things and leave
I'm going far away
from where we are today.

Smeared lipstick smile,
your kisses tainted,
this death is mine.  

Facade remains naked,
your bedroom eyes locked,
I see you this time.

If you ever think of me,
I hope that you will see
that we could never be--
so this is where I leave.

Trample this heartbeat,
blood pooling beneath your feet,
say you're sorry with wet lips,
crush these dreams with those hips.

I'm going to walk away,
I'll pack my things and leave,
I'm going far away
from where we are today.

If you ever think of me,
I hope that you will see
that we could never be
so this is where I leave.