I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I've gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself back together again

I've stared at a mirror and punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
(And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors)

"Come on little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I've got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamned thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I've gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a helluva night
Yeah, That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a helluva night

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak, if you just let me breathe
I've been polite but won't be caught dead
Letting a man tell me what I should do in my bed

Keep my exes and check in my basement
Cuz kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
I could be nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

"Come on little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I've got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamned thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I've gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I've gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I've gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I've gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a helluva night
Yeah, That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a helluva night