Out of the woodwork Creeps your eyes Tiptoeing past my walls And slipping through the Smallest cracks in my defense.
I haven't thought of you in months And because of it, My hair shines golden My skin glows serenely And I look healthy.
But now, I am dreaming of you Pinching the extra skin on myself In order to love you I am changing my hair In order to show you I am withholding love to myself In order to please you I am drowning myself In order to satisfy your thirst
I am dreaming of you In all the colours I'd love to be But never could
I'm thinking of you As I brush my teeth, as I don't eat, as I ignore my life, as I sleep, as I cry, as I breathe I am obsessed If I gave up everything If I lost everything For you
Would you be here? Would I be happy?
These are questions I know I should ask but I'm too afraid
Too afraid to know that I'm never going to be you -
- when you awake you look at me and ask me how I slept And I would tell you if not for the fact that it was you, of who I dreamt and in the middle of the night within the witching hour i wake and see you in your dreams with some other ordinary flower -
Doubting all my reasons, changing like the seasons it's cliché I know. I don't want to rhyme, but I'm running out of time. And my fuse is getting short. I'm about to blow. And I assure you, I'm not trying to be a walking talking cliché, but it's not my fault!!! Personally, I blame my parents.