"What if"s echo through silent corridors
that spiderweb through a broken mind...

I write these bullets out for you;
frustration is my gun...

I'm kissing candles
in hopes that you might notice...

She masquerades as an artist,
recieving the compliments of those who surround...

This rainbow's hues are getting jumbled
falling and fading into deeper shades of grey...

Of course, now these words are streaming,
for here comes the Midnight Muse...

I have a confession to make,
I don't understand...

Oh my lips can only move so fast in
this dirty little room where...

There was a once upon a time,
a story I'm not so sure you know...

And I pray that you are as happy
as you pretend that you are...

I brace myself for the impact
of the screaming so soon to begin...

These speakers are blown, so everything sounds off
kinda like these hot summer days...