Sit alone at the table
tick tick tock...

I'm sick of my heart
being abused...

Veneer to mask the pain,
it has become a cage with iron bars...

Look at my pretty smile
look at my glowing eyes...

When she was a little girl
monsters didn't scare her...

Did the world just crash down
is that why i can't breathe...

Faster
louder...

You lay down your head
and i whisper sweet things...

I've got a headache of the simplest kind,
words blocked behind a wall...

Let's talk about art and cliche, my dear;
small font for the weak of heart...

Summer stars screaming for an audience,
wanting to sing their song...

Do you think that if we
never find the person...