Who says you have to be honest   With everyone you think has something    To do with your life and whatever you do   Get some tattoos of your ex’s name on your chest   It’s the only way to show you’ve lost control   With what’s to be dealt with o new years eve   When no-ones content and in the corner   A guy had a dream that this years his last   *Last night*       I leave my diaries pages for whomever to read them   If it accidentally fell open on my bedroom floor   I found this will in the hand of a martyr      This is the last day to show im believable   Ill colour my eyes so dark you cant see yourself   In them when you give me your last words   That you were sorry for whatever you said to me   That knife in my hand was meant to hit me?   Only I cant hear your apology   * How can I when im so far under *