the  four walls are frowning and closing in on me
the doors are all knocking on my head for a change
all the eyes in this room are piercing into me
everything and everyone
they're all counting on me
but i'm just a little tired
i want to lay down for a while
this is good, it's fine
the floor is nice and cold
so is the darkness
that has enveloped my sight

I'm thankful
for the
second person
living inside of me,
because i'm lonely
Who would I tell
all my troubles to?

I'm scared.
I'm scared a lot lately.
And I'm scared of a lot of things
But most of all, I'm scared of reality,
I don't want to go back to it.
It haunts me.

Here she lies
On the cold, hard ground
Crying to the wind
Trying to make a sound
"Matches to light, if you've got a penny to spare"
A bundle of rags is what she is
Completely threadbare
The windows are aglow
With incandescent light
The townsfolk in merriment of Christmas night
"Matches to light, if you've got a penny to spare"
There's no one outside
To neither hear nor care
She lights a match for herself
In defeat
The match flickers and dies
Like the light from her eyes
"Matches to light, if you've got a penny to spare"
Her whispers stir
The chilly winter air

Let me be your typewriter
Don't say a word
And I would write your world
Keep calm
let me rewrite your universe
I know your heart