He promised so little and yet gave even less. He took all that she had to offer and then left her in her tattered dress. She used to love her dresses and how they’d swish and twirl She made a vow to never wear the remains of that precious little girl.
She ran away into the night and vanished into the air She learned that cooking skills provide the mighty frying pan She learned to tear the trousers she wore before anyone got the chance She learned to get away with crimes against the stupid men
She sleeps on a bed of roses and finds a new way to lie each day, forever changing poses. The thorns may sting but if she continues to sing she would never feel a thing. The world she knows only grows while she dwells in the shelves and the roses. She sings to an empty audience and feels so very seen. The battles fought are all for naught if she can’t be the queen. The chips aren’t just for poker, and hair ties aren’t simple or plain. She left it all to answer the call and run until she can feel sane.
Find me a frame To capture the moments in my brain Now I write you ballads and sing the refrains The stories are all that remain
She sleeps on a bed above the abyss, thinking that you couldn’t possibly miss The cries for a reprise and the screams for a different scene. The moments when you saw it too. She jokes and sings and always brings a new punchline at the end of the fight. The masks she wears are how she bears the pain that’s already set in. The light has left her long ago and she’s acting as if she can possibly win. She took a chance to flee from romance and flirt with the dancers in her mind.
Find me a note To summon from deep in my throat Now I write you ballads and sing the refrains The stories are all that remain
I don't want to reopen my old wounds But it’s just the only thing I have left to do There's nothing more to be said about me Except for a condolence or a passing apology
Picking at the ***** scars, hoping for an infection Hoping the festering bacteria would spread through Hoping for sensation, or something maybe close Hoping that these old wounds would feel brand new
I’m already too numb to ask for more medication Already too debilitated to beg for a final miracle cure I’m already too sick, far too late to try on and on Already at the brink of extinction to still feel unsure
I’m opening old wounds, bleeding them out to dry Doing everything they all told me not to do, only left out to die There’s nothing more to be done, no band-aid left to rip These old wounds seem useless when there’s nothing left in me to fix.
The ground crumbles beneath my feet Slowly chipping away at the foundation where I stand There is nowhere left to go I am stuck here on my own You brought me to this place, void of life Everyone, in the end is gone and I am left to fall all alone Everyone that I loved Every moment we shared is gone
I used to think I knew what it is to miss someone. But I cannot think of you. The instant that I think of you my stomach twists, my heart tightens, my eyes sting. Not just a thought but exquisite, undefinable pain. So I do not think of you. I used to think I knew what it is to miss someone but I cannot miss you.