Something I wrote awhile ago at study hall one day at school... ---------------------------------- Cut it out And pretend that it wasn't a smile I'm worried that everything here could be filed 'Cause I'd rather not have a record to remind But I want you to know it was almost worth my time Cut it up And pretend that I wasn't on task I'd rather not say that it was in my past I promised myself nothing more will be like that I'd rather not say that I'm trying to pass Chorus: I'm not okay with that My face can't cover up my mask I'm wearing this face tied together with lace So kill me if I don't come back To how I was before the break The perfect decline of the last mistake The unfortunate end of the latest trend And the smiles that scream that their lies to my face Cut it out And pretend that there wasn't a doubt My worries came and crossed hope out Give me a break and just drive me away As far as I know I am not awake Cut it up And pretend that it wasn't so fucked I was just about to give everything up You could give me a hint that could fill every cut Or you could just turn, drop it, run