I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead
My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red...
There is so much more going on in me
Than anyone can see...
So sick of it all, I pick up a knife
I finally decide I'm tired of life...
Not so long ago,
I found a place for my head...
Every morning's a constant hassel;
As they wait to be rescued...
I had longed for your security
You were supposed to protect me...
Sometimes I find myself
talking to the moon...
Who on earth am I to say,
the things I think are gold...
The tears they fall like rain,
and it's a salty bitter kiss...
The clock on the mantelpiece stopped
keeping a steady time...
He kisses his queen's
soft alabaster skin...
Realms of thoughts, images lay scattered
From the pot of wonders I behold...