Little colored lights
dotting the world below...

Topsy Turvy
Spinny words...

Hang off the edge of the bed,
look at the world in a topsey-turvey way...

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

Cold metal
matches a colder heart...

Seven thousand and one thoughts
scattered like diamonds...

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

A desperation to be a wallflower, no need for...
melting into the background, unnoticeable herself...

Your hands shake because I am holding you
and all you really want is for me...

You're so pretty.
You're so great...

Nothing left with which to heal
all her fairy dust is gone...

Thump thump
you know he's the one...