I paint on my face a smile with gaunt eyes let the thick black paint run as I then cry, powerless, hopeful, juvenile and woeful mouthing lyrics full of idolisation and little wonder
It wasn't what I'd confessed intoxicated with *****, both cursed yet blessed a Pariah of the teen age, from twisted adolescence reborn weeping as pride lies at my feet soiled and torn
cross-dressing to impress the mirrors using the inner freak to abstain my filthy measures verging upon the cusp of a downward abyss of severe mental health and nothingness
through smoke my vision's blurred self respect depreciated and curdled killing the strength that carried me through looking at my reflection and thinking oh