Eyes of hazel she is April, showering all my days, she is killer, I am Abel. Evil; in her ways. Walking backwards, the sweet disaster. And teases like a winter's blackbird. Mirrors, where I see her oh they make, make things clearer. Pacing down familiar stairs chanting old, empty prayers, looking for ghost of months gone by here she come, there she lie.
Gnarled heart growing apart from all I hold dear. Branches to ribs, oh spears. I am overgrown yet never let alone, twigs and leaves all split my bones. Outside, looks so trim but I cannot let him in. Twisted beyond what is grim. Forest forever, wish him luck on his endeavor to cleave a gnarled heart down.
Let the demons have their fun, snap my fingers one by one. I'll still pour on daddy's cologne so I don't feel so **** alone. Sometimes I pray to slide right into a wall as I am flooded by the sound of it all. If I could turn the page something to rearrange, where my life went wrong for now, just play along. Turn my head you are all I dread. May a firm hand take my back and break it. I'll reason, i'll admit only think of things that hurt. Drag me through the dirt, discover me a filthy women don't take your ear to listen. I, savage, will rip it from you, pieces; break me into.
Figures on the wall; memories of all my faults. But I still dance along the halls good friends with those who make me fall. Dark house, let me recall my endless thrall state of mental assault Over my shoulder, go, the salt cannot tell what is false. Nothing makes me feel small like figures on the wall.
Silly girl, dumb and young how I wish I could bite my tongue like it bites me in the back, my secrets; unpacked. Till it blisters till it pains for all I can't refrain. Hold fast; my words for no good they ever serve. No dark, nothing whispered, no doubt. Precious girl shut your mouth.