I know you're feeling lost,
And I know you feel alone...

Your smiles are rare, something to savor--
comparable to rationing sugar...

I breathe in deeply
My own pathetic attempt...

Sweetness, do you know?
You're the romantic comedy...

My knife looks oh so tempting
so i begin reaching...

The sun, she keeps me warm
in the daytime hours. I stand...

I will hide the truth tomorrow
and I won't let you see my sorrow...

I run to the bathroom
makeup lines staining my face...

Glenda, my b--ch
there's something you must know...

Let's play a little game
a little game called truth or dare...