she was always worth the world and some change
as she sat slowly saying symmetry was never her game
gonna loose her cool
gonna fall for some fool
She was always trapped in her ways as she searched in a gaze that lasted for days
expressing things that made you think she needed to re-find her ways
and loose herself beneath its skin
but instead was entrapped by its glue
stuck and stagnant stuck in its every fragment
keep the strain
all for a little taste of pain
gonna take the next train
and break her frame
pull the strings
to pull on my wings
wipe off that grin
and let yourself begin
clean up this anxiety you've harbored in