Undress me, watch my pages burn.. as I spark the flame
trash my name, drag me in the dirt, turnaround and blame me
notebook, it's time to unfold my next move..

I've got tempers for days, voices keep screaming for a sound I've missed..

The sound of my fists pounding on my chest, like broken bottles
I hear the crackling sound.. of crashing to the ground

picking my fragile body off the floor, tiptoeing around like I've got no-where to go.

fingers ****** and bruised from digging the hole inside my hollow frame..

I trace back the steps taken, clicking my pen nervously anxiously waiting for you; notebook to turn the page...