And when hope disappears
Out the window
And when nothing is left
But my withering soul
I'll explode all over the walls
In hopes of leaving
Just a small glimmer
Of how I felt everyday of my life
Always hiding under my lies
Waiting for something to unravel
All my insides
Then when someone finds me
Splattered everywhere
They'll send someone to clean it up
And all I wish is that the janitors
Do more then just comment
How a little less red would've been perfect
And more guts would've been fine
I'll laugh at the irony
From my grave and whisper,
"I was always kind of shy"