She wears a butterfly on her wrist,
But she might as well cut it's head off.
She's holding different weapons to kill the ghost inside,
Or at least kill the thought she has of killing her mind.
She says, "I love you," with her hands.
She says, "I hate you," with her eyes.

There's a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name,
But I could never let you know how much this means.
I swear I'll end this war, cause we both know,
It wasn't worth fighting for.

I wear God's name up by my wrist,
But you might as well tear my skin off.
She's letting go convictions, to release the ghost inside.
To release all the suffering of a cross and a girl.
I sing "I love you," way too much,
So I'll say "I hate you," for tonight.

Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name,
But I could never let you know how much this means.
I swear I'll end this war, cause we both know,
It wasn't worth fighting for.

She, she said to me I will be driving in the wrong direction.
Did you ever think, that maybe your life,
Is heading in the wrong direction, baby?

There's a cross up on the wall,
See from the corner of your eye,
When you're down on your knees,
And she's begging please.
So go and lay back down tonight,
Because we won't know who are,
Until you're down on your knees,
And you're begging please.

Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name,
But I could never let you know how much this means.
I swear I'll end this war, cause we both know,
It wasn't worth fighting for.