Your eyes pierced through my lips, yeah   All I bleed are smiles   All I bleed are smiles      Sitting in the corner with a razor and a smile   All the others slowly bleed to death   They all watched while he shed blood in style   Their words went from   Forget me not to I forgot   But he fell too soon   Now his existence remains in the hearts of the cold   Now you'll never recur   You'll never recur      Read my lips a thousand times   Count the quarter's nickels dimes   Does this tragedy make sense?   Or was the good missing from bye      Should this be a lesson learned?   How chests are boards and words are darts   Or is it ever a concern   To shatter those with glasslike hearts