We arrive at the place
Water running off our faces;
Looking like disgraces
Glibly explaining
That it is still raining.

Just a smattering patter.
Not that it matters.
We'll just sit and chatter
Like social Mad Hatters
At a move-down afternoon tea.

We're all hooked on surreality.
The ladies-who-lunch bunch;
Character assassination over brunch.
Some gossip while we munch
Embroidering on a hunch.

Anything to stay in out of the rain.
After all, it's not our personal pain.
It's some other sucker's sorry.
We will forget it by tomorrow.
For today, while we quickly forget
We just sit and watch the streets get wet.

Talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
Her eyes always puffy and red,
Her mouth always wobbling
but that doesn't stop her
from being talk of the town.

Talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
She remembers why she's seen
like a rat, or spider,
and everyone avoids her but
she's closer and closer.

Talk of the town.
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
A body is found in a river,
Was it suicide or ****** or just
an accident?
One thing is for sure:
She is the talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night.

the daggers spoken and aimed with eyes
such cruel intent, such wicked lies
never more will i fail to be
what those words have done to me
if only they knew the scars they left
stealing sanity is such wicked theft
while on the ground i lie beaten and hot
defeat shrouds my every thought
when will it end, this perilous night?
i grow weary of the daily fight
for in the morning when i wake
i have 24 hours in which to fake
a smile and tolerance of formality
to questions which seek no actuality
'sticks and stones may break my bones'
can only be said in sarcastic tones
while purple moons lie under my eyes
from cruel intent and wicked lies

she said, he said,
what’s in between?
the hurt, the anger and the painful reality,
that in the eyes of many,
i am no longer,
the one who cares,
the one who loves truly and deeply,
the one with a sky full of dreams,
in the end,
in other people’s eyes,
i am not even me,
i am someone who they’ve painted me to be.

People called her a puppy
the girl with that disorder
Nobody loved her
Wandered through wild giggles and ******
To find out she was lost
And left this tunnel to wander

Time shredded this name
Lost eyes that stared yonder
grew sharper and colder
from the hash winters alone as an outsider
And with her new found power
She found her life anew and got dazed in wonder

Some faces haunted some nights
The ordinary torturous distortion
But Tomorrow will be done better
If you can Burn the bridges and soak in the cold water
You will yourself in the arms of another
Just leave that life forever