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
for the love they would say

Cause simply put
from 3rd person views
a pathetic attempt
to shadow the clues

she puts on a masquerade
to cover the envious eyes
A shield of defense
a 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 everyone forgot her

The sweet smell of the grass
the view of the sky
no longer is her future
she's stuck with 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