Like Portraits On Walls

this guilt hangs around your neck like portraits on walls
 i swear i can't recall the last time i saw you smile, it's been a while
 run away
 cause this makes no sense
 with hollow hands kissed by hollow lips
 run away
 cause you've seen him cry
 you've cut apart his heart with your knife
 hollow, hollow, hollow
 just like you're pretty, pretty, now breath
 now i've said too much again
 with hollow lips touching hollow hands
 over time this will end
 oh, is this wrong
 we knew this all along
 sometimes my life has got me down
 but guilt beats hate and you turn it all around
 sometimes my life has got me down
 but guilt beats hate, now you've won