I walk the roads endlessly,
My wrists and ankles in shackles.
I fall down, tired and weak.
Kick Get up, you stupid, worthless *****!
Bruised and beaten, I slowly climb to my feet. A spear in my side,
She lives in her memories, torn at the edges
So she drowned herself in rose petals and broken glass,
So she could suffer in beautiful elegance.
Just trying to cast out the demons
Just trying to cast new people for the parts
Of this play, she's just playing
Because it’s so much easier to smile
Than to explain those dreaded tears
Falling off her face
And withers once more,
Such a ... faded thought.
Lost in translation. She’s a patient without her medications
Calling home in the middle of the night
To say she hated you.