You could be my mona lisa

So tonight your hopes fall
And break the molds of fate
Your tear ducts run dry
You're bleeding all this paint
So take back your lies
And hold them all inside
Just tell me the truth
At least for just one night

Part 1: I can't sleep at all tonight
It seems like strings are holding up my eyes
And all this time … Where was your head?

Well it seems you're all wrong
'Cuz nothing is ok
Your throat is inflamed
Screaming out your pain
So swallow this pill
And wash it down with pride
And no more rewrites
'Cuz this is our last page