Oh if those walls could talk
and those skeletons in closet
began to walk...one could only imagine
the bleek disturbances descrided..
The vases thrown
the windows broke
an exaggeration of immortal kind...
No ones believes
her caricuture of intamacy described
The lies and deciet
nights spent on her knees
the pills prescribed...
She went out of her head
out of her way
to get in anyones bed!!
Cause simply put
from 3rd person input
What was and always is
a pathetic attempt
to keep up with the Jones's!
she puts on a masquerade to cover the envious eyes
A shield of defensea clever disguise...
make-up to become a bit appealing
but it doesn't hide
the malice shes dealing
a deperate attempt
to tread in the water
SAVE HER SHES DROWNING!
Yelled as they forgot her
The sweet smell of the grass
the view of the sky
no longer is her future
only formaldehyde
Was it something she lost
a life to spare
Was she really living
did anyone care...
Hollow head, mind, and heart
unfeeling for others
just playing her part
she'd stir up a scene
for her own benfit
not woman, but fiend
the only name fit
Live a life
a life your own
don't be "that girl"decaying alone.
Be your own woman
its just not worth it
life's to short
to keep up with the Jones's
