That point where perspective fails
Is a sharp and shameless end
A failure, yes I must confess
For I have preached and I have practiced
And yet I have managed to fester a mess
Acquired a weightless collection of because
While fate heckles with his game of luck
Conducting an explicit scene
That has made a joke out of my childish dream
Finding solace in the irregularity of unearthly absolutes
I will carry my sore knees, drag my swollen knuckles
To rescue the sweet of my laborious fruits

What will I put in my hair
Of all these dresses what should I wear
Strawberry sweet or amber spice
Which one should I spray
Which one will entice
Which color paint should I put on my face
Which kind of lashes will heighten the chase

I will call my sisters to help settle the scene
To debate about how I may sparkle and beam

What if I called to a sister afar
What if she never heard of living up to such par
What if she has seen so many pursuits
What if instead of beautiful she was only just cute
What if she knew of my dress
For it was her mother she tried to confess
What if she asks much more then I've ever
But her questions are real and they make me tremor

What if I can do more then say sorry
For those sisters who are sold as inventory

Exposed on the north side I giggle at the stars
With another soul who knows no sense of humor
The night never sleeps and I cannot dream
Maybe, just maybe we will grow in splendor
But dawn breaks day breaking the maybe away
I will leave honest, the stars had no plans for more

I force my cheeks to form a pleasant expression
to not let through the teasing pain
someone has finally taken away my grasp
and instead of relief I began to feel insane

Now it hurts to recall such nights
where I gave my intimate self
regret that I was ever so scared
enough to run away from such warming wealth

I must place blame; its where shame belongs
and so a burden has ****** upon my back
hopefully shallow but weighted down
my facade of strength has begun to crack

Left in winter when the new buddings bloom
sodden from endless showers of dolor
and I sink behind a shield, for fear
that forever this will stay, forever in my core

tickiety tock hop scotch the rabbit ran down the hall
just hanging here he passed me by
I'm simply a fly on the wall
I buzz around as if someone slapped me down
and intrigued I dance around the idea to leave
to follow and see if maybe there's more than this boring little old me

stumble fumble catch my step and throw my voice to say
wait hare I want to come I don't care for this black and white place
I pause reflect to wonder if I've waited my chance away
and if I'll ever be able to be a part of of this fable
but since he is gone and I waited too long
I give up and flutter down to cry

drops drip them stream then pour to make a small thunder storm
the water had fathered a scene where I drowned but made me believe
if I survive to see tomorrow
I'll somehow find the source of my sorrow