Fatal attraction is my great distraction,
every now and then I try to remember when,
when we shared those moments, feeling really hopeless.
I'm running away, please don't ask me to stay.
I hate the way, I look today,
I'm ugly in every which way.
Don't call me emo, just because I seem to,
really hate me, I just lack the confidence to be...
I'll pick up that knife, give it to my life,
the end is near, I can feel it here.
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