Little Perfect Murder - Camden

Hope is a madman’s dream

When he finds out he’s alone

It’s the poison that he takes

It’s the cancer in his bones

'Truth or dare' he wispers

Though it knows the ice’s too thin

It was hope that killed him

But it were his fingerprints

Somewhere there’s someone

Who somehow gets a thrill

Of being perfect with an awful lot of guilt

I never thought it’d come to this that I

Even don’t remember what I miss

Little perfect murders come and go

But they never die

Is what she said

'Maybe one day who knows'

For crying out loud, it’s just a term

Made for those who end it

And for you who can’t confirm

I’m the coat you’re wearing

When there’s nothing left that fits

I’m what you created

You think there’s more but this is it

I know I hurt you

I know I caused you pain

You called me asshole

But at least I’ve got a name