I am finding myself to be more than lost,
And it is at everyone else's cost,
I keep digging into myself,
But my life has been crystallized on a shelf,
And I am always up on his display,
Expected to act every other way,
Than the way I am and the way I want,
While he shows me off; so nonchalant,
And I try not to stumble and fall,
I try to be his perfect doll,
But the porcelain is starting to crack,
And my heart has been put under attack,
This old love for myself is coming back around,
This love I'm in was never really found,
And I want to run from his stupid game,
And rekindle my own loving flame,
With my soul that was blissful no matter what,
But I am finding that door was long ago shut,
So I stay here in this loveless love,
And let emptiness be all I think of.