on that late night
i saw the train
with all its lights
as it began to rain

i seemed alone
but i saw you

so i wrapped my head
in caution tape
with a feeling of dread
and using my heart as a drape

i picked up a rose
and pricked my finger
as i stood and froze
and you started to linger

i couldn't escape
the sudden stares,
the sudden glares
i was left to hesitate

while paranoia did the same

the knives in her back
felt like nothing at all to her
she's felt it all before,
and to understand anyone
seemed so hard,
as she didn't even
understand herself

she felt like feeling something
and i grew tired of seeing her
sit and wait,
crying

while the others stare,
smiling