I will be waiting for you
May it be a hundred years or two
On the corner of 25th Avenue
Where the little girl in blue is
Waiting for you

I will be waiting for you
On the clear ocean blue
In a great big balloon
Looking, far as the eye can see
Your little bumblebee
Waiting for thee

She will be waiting for him
Through hail, wind, and snow
Your little girl shivering from
Head to toe

Thou you have no plan
On letting her know
That you will not be coming
Through hail, wind, and snow

You hate the sound
Of joyful laughter
If I find it funny
Is it wrong to laugh
With the foe
Of my friend
Now laughing is
Forbidden when about you
But it is funny
How the words spoken
From the fiend are true
You fall into the trap
Made by words of his
And I laugh in the corner
At how helpless you are
Then you saw
Now my only comfort
Is also gone
This quiet world of mine
Can never be filled again

Roses are bleeding
Violets are falling stars
No hope is waiting
behind bars of your own mind
The pictures are moving
Shadows are dancing
The room is spinning
Logic thrown out the window
My hands are made of ice
Monsters are lurking
Brain is melting
No where to run
My sanity be no more

I put decorations on my wall.
To fill up the emptiness in my room.
To cover the blank white walls
And to bring some color into the room.
But all that is not true.
They keep falling.
I put stars on my walls.
And they fall.
I put butterflies on my walls.
But never finish them.
There are no windows,
No sunlight for them to see.
They will wither and die
Like my hope years ago, you see.

When I walk I wear a smile
When I talk I wear a smile
When I lie I wear a smile
Saying, “I am ok. Everything is fine. I am happy.”
When I look at you I wear a mask
It is unchanging
It is unbreakable
But it is old
And it is cracking
Into a trillion pieces
How long will this mask last
How long until it breaks
And everyone sees the pitiful girl underneath.

"You should speak louder."
Have you ever been told these words?
I always try to speak
But no one can hear me.
I am used to it.
Have you ever tried to speak your mind?
Your opinion might not be liked.
That is why I don't speak too much.
Just smile.
It is easier.

My house is my Asylum
Where I hope to be free
Of all the worldly dangers
Living around me.
Now it is too late.
People left the door open.
My house is scary.
I can't say nothing
To those around me.
I have to keep smiling.
I have to stay strong
To carry my asylum with me.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the girl smiling for all
Shattered glass, not smiling for all
Hidden scars, tears streak her face
Mirror mirror on the wall
The truth is
the girl is not smiling at all