Cover up your words
With a sugar-coated laugh
She looks like such a friend
But the evil from within
Will soon domesticate her being
Mother helps you practice your lines
The night before the fire
She tells you when to smile
When to laugh and when to cry
I tell her I'm tired
She puts a bandage on my wound
Says it will be good until tomorrow afternoon
Keep my feelings set aside
They wouldn't even care
I feel myself falling
I'm escaping this nightmare
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Cover up your words
With a sugar-coated laugh
She looks like such a friend
But the evil from within
Will soon domesticate her being
Mother helps you practice your lines
The night before the fire
She tells you when to smile
When to laugh and when to cry
I tell her I'm tired
She puts a bandage on my wound
Says it will be good until tomorrow afternoon
Keep my feelings set aside
They wouldn't even care
I feel myself falling
I'm escaping this nightmare
