Once upon a time, I wanted you mine.
There was no happy ending,
and I'm sick of this rhyme.

Have you ever felt so hollow, yet so heavy? Where everything pleasant has been drained and you're weighed down by the airy substance of sorrow?

I was just a delicate object.
Sitting in the window of a store. I'd been tarnished and broke, but managed to stay secure.
You fell in love with my beauty and you claimed me as your own.
Slowly I began to lose my shine.
Now I'm just an inconvenience to your toyed world. Sitting in the dark, for no one to see what I'm worth.

He uses her.
And she knows.
It's okay.
Maybe because it's better to be used than not wanted at all.

Eventually our paths will cross one day, just promise you won't keep walking.

I ran away from love, and it didn't try to catch up. But even though love didn't chase, it still won the race, just not with me.

There's a clutter in my brain.
A tangle in my heart.
A cat has my tongue.
I can't think straight.
Nothing seems to go.
I'm at a standstill.
My eyes wander.
My mind is a disaster.
I'm at the corner of life and lust.
Oh the mess I made.
Oh the mess I am.

She reflects on her day.
Her heart wandering
through her thoughts.
All the faces. All the voices.
All the same hellos and all
the same "see you laters".
She waited for the
only hello she wanted.
She reflects on her day.
Her sad little day.