Me, a little girl and little words
Always seem to say
These little lines raw and unheard
Will help me get away
Into the labyrinth of my mind
Trapped in its abyss
They all see, but are blind
They all turn and dismiss
We all fake smiles
Living in a monotone world
We all judge, are given trials
Not minding that we're unfurled
We live in endless denial
Thinking everything is fine
I slowly taste the bile
What is wrong with our minds
Being all hypocritical
But never admitting
Always being so analytical
"No, young lady that isn't very fitting"
Saying "Yes, I'll change my ways"
Only to crawl back again
Why this continual craze
We must fix our ways and mend
Cause if we don't, we'll be what we fear
We are in the nightmare, reality
Monsters, killers, death, and tears
We'll be a living dead society
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Me, a little girl and little words
Always seem to say
These little lines raw and unheard
Will help me get away
Into the labyrinth of my mind
Trapped in its abyss
They all see, but are blind
They all turn and dismiss
We all fake smiles
Living in a monotone world
We all judge, are given trials
Not minding that we're unfurled
We live in endless denial
Thinking everything is fine
I slowly taste the bile
What is wrong with our minds
Being all hypocritical
But never admitting
Always being so analytical
"No, young lady that isn't very fitting"
Saying "Yes, I'll change my ways"
Only to crawl back again
Why this continual craze
We must fix our ways and mend
Cause if we don't, we'll be what we fear
We are in the nightmare, reality
Monsters, killers, death, and tears
We'll be a living dead society
