I doodle on a paper,
Unconsciously writing the words...

My dear friend calls me everyday.
He wakes me up at ten...

He makes me smile.
He makes me mad...

Level one involves realization.
That you don't love me...

Closing my eyes from the numbness I feel.
As my body shakes your body's appeal...

Looking at myself,
Inside and out...

I am the girl who cries at night.
The one who puts on a smile in the darkness...

I am now red in the face,
About to blow a socket...

Your skin is cold,
Your face so bold...

She's sitting alone,
Going on without a sound...

I told you I loved you,
I said that I cared...

Your standing in front of me,
Face in my direction...