would it be better if i slit my throat take my neck, choke and choke would it be better if i never spoke stepped on stage and sang a single note i left the masquarade before my true colors show left in the garden without a single f**in seed to grow i thought there might be something more i looked and so dream gurl denied, i swallowed pride and now i have to know i have f**ed it up and now im back to where i started all over again my solitude has proved to be my own hallucinogen "olivia" knew she could just pretend her real-life barbie is something only i could comprehend and how i wish i had a heart of stone wouldnt care so much when i'm alone my hope has gone to stop from slow on the floor again i have to know that... i have f**ed it up i dont need u anymore u f**ing trashwho*e dont cut me off, u won the battle but the war yeah i lost you have cut me. u have cut me off