My little heart is full of puddles
My little mind all kinds of muddled
Burn the skin
Drown within
Mind warns to break and scream
Coaxed on by some dark dream
Level face to them all
No way I dare to fall
Smiles on skin
Lying's a sin
but it gets you by and makes you move
Gotta find that mood to groove
Fourteen hours in this bakery
They never see what it does to me
My little heart is full of puddles
My little mind all kinds of muddled
Day is ending almost done
Bruised and tired , but we won
My mind is screaming anyway
I don't hear what it has to say