Breaking up the Prism Picking up pieces of your torn pictures that are scattered in my doorframe I think about how it all came to pass and now its driving me insane The end, the break up, never to make up a ride, a trip, complete with spills and dips And now im getting sour about you. Everyone that you know hates me you made them think I was no good I tried so hard to say Im sorry maybe giving up is what I should Was it somthing that I did Was it somthing that I said that really made you start to hate me What is it that I could possibly have done to make you start to berate me When your with your friends and I pass by You all curse and glare so I just sigh well you can take what you think and Fuck Off!!! Everyone that you know hates me you made them all think im no good I tried so hard to say Im sorry maybe giving up is what I should As I sit here waiting for somthing Found On Road Dead I try to understand the basics of all the views inside your head All of the calls and the letters I have sent to make you see That all the lies and shit you've said cannot change that which is me Nothing that I ever did Seemed to be good enough for you But what you dont seem to notices is this game can be played by two Now people will finally see through the illusion you have made me