I wait at the window,
for daddy to come home...

There is a girl
who lives in my head...

Words are rather vexing to me
sometimes they flow nicely...

My mind keeps my heart beating
and yet it tells my hands...

It eats you alive
Crawling up your throat...

I've tasted blood
I've tasted rum...

They think of me as mental
but I think that they are wrong...

My body's cold
Yet I wear warm clothes...

There's blood under my fingernails
and blood on the floor...