like the jets that leave streaks of white in the sky
I will leave streaks of red on my body
these chances
I look at them like policemen
they abide the law and do what is right
giving false hope to the one who believes so much in them
at this point vanishing sounds nice

I’ve always thought of myself as a problem
I always looked at myself as troubled
a deranged little girl
in need of a friend or two
just someone to talk to
to open up to

I needed that feeling
of sticking a fork into an electrical outlet
that certain spark
I wanted to be that mosquito flying towards a deadly lamp
that spark
I saw it as a way out of this madness of mine
and this madness
my, was it besmirch

therefore take me in your arms
save me from this madness my love
this is no phase a mother would tell their daughters
to get out of just because they were at that age
where they start to think
“am I pretty enough?”
this drives me insane
into insanity
deep under the waves of dementia
dive in with me
let's be mad together
because here below the sound
where the light cannot reach
we’re all mad here
so why not be mad with me?