Untitled i'm but don't disturb

Pieces of torn paper stuck to my mouth,
'being a good girl',
i trying to be good for you,
Not reading my handwriting,
Just carry on accordingly,
To be loved for being good,
Everything will be fine,fine,fine,
Cause i have a hand in my pocket,
And one over my mouth,
Place the 'Don't Disturb' sign on my door,
If i strip down, lay on your bed,
Will i be forgiven.

Finding my echoing flaws,
i'm heading off in the wrong direction,
Taking care of falling intentions,
i'm sorry but i'm bitter, i'll say but i'll hesitate,
Anything i may stutter slightly,
i'm speaking but no sense,
i'll be quiet now.

i'm full but i'm starving,
But it's alright tonight cause the paper says so,
i'll walk the line didn't say i wouldn't fall,
The point in dreaming lost it's point,
When you place the sign on the door,
Sit your shoes on the stairs,
And carry on walking,
Off the track into the open space,
i'm leaving but i'm still standing,
He left but never did today,
Please place the sign upon my door,
i won't be seeing you for a while.