Violet violence, of all the purple eyes
you gave. So absolute of who you truly are,
as compared to common looks.
As in your youth, you grew up tough, fighting
yourself and the many around.
The standout in the crowd, the down under of
always being upside down.
You're sweet to some, of really the lucky few,
and the many boys trying to pick your heart,
Some of which their sweet nothings never came through.
Making you roll your eyes, as there's
this awkwardness in the room.
Your subconscious knows of someone better.
You won't find it now, but it doesn't mean you'll
wait for love forever.
It seems so hard to smile,
with all the cracks under your skin.
You're an open book, but not one to let everybody in.
Your family that uses your character in vein;
as all of their actions seems to crawl under
your skin.
Friends that somehow disappoint you constantly;
watch how you'll be taking that blame.
How things go wrong, and they're quick to call
your name.
Oh how the quiet violence, is a shade of purple.
That goes nowhere, but just in a continuous circle.
Going over your head,
as the constant jump over that hurdle.
The prettiest of the bunch, they all take a bite out of you,
and save you later for lunch.
The money you earn, goes to burn.
The successes you own, isn't yours alone.
You just wait your turn, for someone else to get
what you deserved.
It all works on your nerves.
It's all your fault for being so down to Earth.
