"Paint the mirrors black to forget you
I still picture your face and the way you used to taste
Roses in a glass, dead and wilted
To you this all was nothing, everything to you is nothing
Well your so filthy, I'm better of without you and you better off without me
well, I'm so ugly, your better off without me
I'm better off without
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings, disaster
It's over"