So many people, So many faces. They lie in your ears. They dress to be judged.
The hold your hands, do your hair, compliment your style.
What a mess you have left me in my dearest friends. The back stabbing doesn't hurt after the twenty-second time.
My Dearest friends what a mess you have left me in.
The strangers don't scare me anymore.
The girl with the fake chest; who is dressing to impress in dead on the kitchen floor.
Her eyes shut; mouth partly open.
In her blood is my name as if she wrote with a pen.
What a pity you had to leave.
You missed when her blood covered my sleeves.
You missed how I licked my lips and cut her open; I took her heart you see.
I used it to make my tea.
Most of all my dearest friends you missed the men.
I thought you wanted one Lesley, one that would love you and hug you forever.
You missed my man in white.
He hugs me all the time now.
This is a shame you missed out on all the fun.
All of the blood is gone along with my heart.
You should come see me sometime in the new white room....Oh it's so quiet in this place that i believe i might go insane..
...Please friends you've left me in a mess would you be so kind as to take away the masks and show your real face. So they may believe that you're all here...right Grace?
