Ironic

My feet are bleeding. And I haven't attained the finish.
My body is slim and I'm still too fat for you.
My face is smiling with pain just for your attention and you're still with her.
Still with her. You're still with her.

You got me running trough every glass door.
Walking barefooted to you on the glass on the floor.
You got me mistreating my own slim skin.
Making me not hungry and wonder why I get thin.
You got me smiling with a Chelsea Grin for you.
Got me drinking about her and you.

You got me dying and lying and crying and flying down on the ground.
Just for nothing. NOTHING.

What an ironic..