I dress up
With nowhere to go
I look up high
To get hit down below
My life is constant
With nothingness
I'm a sparkle
In a void
Of boringness

I lay in bed and dream
As years pass me
I'm nearly thirty
And still
Never laughing

I love feathers
And sequins
Dancing in the evening
Glamor and stars
Colors and mars
Yet I'm stuck
Here
Where i want
To dissapear

I'm not wanted
I don't fit in
I don't want to fit in
Here
I want to dissapear

To a land
With love
And hues
Shining
No curfews
Eccentricity
And electric
That shocks
Every single
Bore
Away

So the shining flamingos
Can have a place to stay
Yet here i am
In my constant cave
Bored
And alone
Turning
Into stone

All i can do
Is cry
In my orange dress
Cry
in my pink wig
Cry til
Midnight
*** after that
I die
In the colorless-ness
Of my life