• SO. My mothers been away all day, all week, all year.
    MY daddy left when he heard the news,
    and decided it best to leave me here.
    Maybe she just needs attention,
    it's not real, it's just pretend,
    just another requiem of scars to add to my collection.
    My friends havent seen me in four years.
    I've been too busy lieing, and hiding all my tears.
    I cant bear to show them all my bruises,
    even if you cant see them, I can see them, I can feel them.
    Who knew a single scar could be so deep?
    Who knew a single pill could help me sleep?
    I'm dealing with a mass murderer, He hides them in the 80's vent,
    I followed thru the rabbits hole, and look, just where it went.
    My hands are shaking, my hands are shaking,
    My image of perfection, My picture frame...it's breaking, it's breaking!