"It's all done, take off your mask"
She wrote on the paper left on the table
Like she new me well enough to say that
I can't swallow my pride
I'm a coward by instinct
As a matter of fact, I'm just a child with a temper
The fire of December
Burning everything with every chance I get

And I hope you forget the name of every boy you sleep with
And you run out of excuses for it
So tell yourself you're fine
And it's the world's fault you're so upset
Knot that thread you call a spine

But you're so selfish and content with
Ot mending all your flaws
So excuse it and abuse it
And ay who your born is who you are
So say its your destiny
To grow old and alone
And push away everyone and everything

And I hope you forget the name of every boy you sleep with
And you run out of excuses for it
So tell yourself you're fine
And it's the world's fault you're so upset
Knot that thread you call a spine

And I hope you forget the name of every boy you sleep with
And you run out of excuses for it
So tell yourself you're fine
And it's the world's fault you're so upset
Knot that thread you call a spine