I'll paint my face with plaster Forget the happy ever after I'll build up all my walls all over again I'll keep my lips quietly shut And never come out to be beat again I'll rip up all my stories Break into all your glory But I'll hide them once again, I'm sorry I even spoke out I'll disappear in the fall out So maybe we can forget this one again
Description of a dominating person and an argument This argument is between the person and themselves This person is me