I wanna cut out my tongue
With my own words
When they spill out in
Whispers to myself with
Not a soul around

I'm at the top of the
Underground world of this
Trying to clime out from
The abyss, looking back
Looking back
And it stares into me

I know what you'r thinking.  Oh, I can't believe that little girl did that; she was so sweet, I wonder what went wrong, blah, blah blah... I can see it in your eyes.  high-pitched laughter.  Yes, I killed those girls.  But they deserved it.  They had gifts.  The actress, the singer, the model, the dancer, the painter, the musician, and the writer.  They were all so talented.  And they didn't appreciate any of it!  They took all of it for granted!!!  Now, now look at me.  I'm nothing compared to them.  A good singer, but never the best.  Pretty, but never the prettiest.  Smart, but never the smartest!  I was doing them a favor.  I was doing everyone a favor!

But by doing this.  I'm finally good at something.  I'm finally known for something.  I won't call this a gift that I take for granted.  I won't be like those girls.  I don't take this granted. pause  But wait, I'm not done yet, I would like to request to go on with my story, and reasons, and I would also request you wipe that look off your face.  I'm not crazy.  I was just jealous, and sad, and angry.

Now, I won't go into details about each of their similar, tragically beautiful demises, I would imagine you already know how that all went.  I just need to know that you know that I was doing something for the good of everyone.  Hell, this was for the good of the world.  It's just like anything anyone else would do.  Just to make a statement.  Isn't that why people do anything anymore?

Hey!  Where are you going?!  You can't walk away just because you're disgusted!  You can't try to make yourself different from me!!!

It’s nice to feel
    Not-so-alone, although
        My friend, you don’t
             Quite know it yet
                   And I cannot tell
So for now I’m alone
    With only the thought of you
         Of you to count, and keep me

Filling me up with thoughts
That don't mean too much
Of anything is just a pastime
Of yours, and honestly I'm a little
Bored of this sad charade.

I'd like to feel something
On my very, very own
Just for once, to see if maybe
I'm not such an android

I want to see my own
Soul laid bare for another
Human, and maybe theirs
Splayed out like wet clothes
On a string blowing in the
Soft summer breeze for

Only me to see.

It's a mistake
It's a crude
Crude mistake of
Me to let
Myself talk to
You again when
I'm sure of
Why I stopped
On day one

You make me
Nervous with your
Passion it's not
An angry within
You but just
Sweet sorrow that
I can't understand
I don't know
Why you would
See me so
Tenderly and sweet
When I've been
Cold and brash

Abrasive and rash
With my words
To you just
Out of fear
And general distaste
For the emotion.

This is bone crushing
And I'm falling through
The tiny cracks that
Everyone else seems to
Just avoid, and everyone
Is so ahead, but I'm falling
And falling, and sobbing
Into the feathers of my
Griffin who hasn't woken
In five days, and I get
A little bit worried
Sometimes about
What's going to pop up
Next, and if I can make
It from one end of the walkway
To the other.

I want to hide away
And I know that's what we
All tend to say
I'm not different, neither are you

Home is just around
The corner inside your temple
But I'll wear the crown
In this house