Red Smiles, Lies, and Blasphemy

How does it feel to make a second best? With hearts broken all around you Lifes a test And the test for you is to create blue In every grey eyed girl in the world How does it feel to walk alone Under city lights on cold rainy nights It feels cold, but warmed with the thoughts of a gun And a hand that would reach out to no-one "Honey, it isn't the same" Well whos to blame Lay sitting phone busy on the doorstep Because what you did, made the rain cry Wondering why to god And praying to the devils child You got it all wrong And your decisions are wild With a knife to your wrist and a girl loved left pissed How does it feel? To have that light in your life shut off and left to gather dust Like a painting on the wall So many of the same clutter your walls You got what you wanted, and you don't feel feelings It's because you're a work of priceless art And all you ever cared about was yourself So you can't see that girls changing To feel like the world around her ... You could always tell when I was upset Because I'd write and write till my pencil broke And the outcome never really rhymed Am I upset?