Funhouse:

It's like a funhouse without the fun. Trying to escape, not sure which way to run. The mirrors are filled with reality reflected. Horrifying shades of pain, and needs neglected. Bite my tongue. Bide my time. Revenge is my disguise. Look at what you you've done. Words are weapons like bullets from a gun. Razor blades within my eyes. You are why I cry. Living life. Living lies. This is my demise. You're the cause. Grab the gauze. But it won't do. I'm dead and gone. You're the reason why I gave up. You're the reason I moved on. Rising up from my grave. Singing a new song. It's a brand new day. What can I say? I'm not one to give up so easily.