There's a certain kind of something That does a reaping. It usually finds you right before you are sleeping. It's the crack in the door That it finds a way to break in. It makes a crack in your brain That wants you to drop dead. You won't remember what it's like to see with clear vision. You'll wake every morning like the dead has arisen. You'll crumble in to out like you're a porcelain doll. Your friends won't notice! They are unobservant. The more you beg, the more they laugh. "You're the only thing about us that needs to be fixed" They aren't talking about friends They are talking about people! What they don't realize Is that we aren't perfect. "we aren't the same" They laugh and say "that's the point" They push and shove Pull and cut And before you know it You don't know who you are. There is a certain something That ruins your life.