Elegance from a tired fire.

Fight breakers, oh. such a distant move.

Never doing it again,  baby those are just lies to sooth.

Puncture something, maybe just this extravagant queen of hearts card.

Or elevate me somewhere where you can snap me into a single shard.

Let's use technology and make things better...

Talk on our little telephones and pretend you'd never met her.

So, say it's true that they are not all faultlessly the same.

I guess man-whores are essential in this worlds daft game.

But the feminine side is not the amatory thing we were once sought out to be.

Quite vicious in the antics, frantic ruckuses that you don't see.

I've become so miserable with being pushed aside. Living without breathing.

Finding reasons to hate inside, it's abhorrence I'm conceiving.

You say the old you is gone, then where did the new one go?

Me, myself. the sweet... delectable little sweetie is also somehow gone for the show.

I'm neither a chemistry professor nor someone to look for importance.

Just a sick, scared little girl with no descriptions or subscriptions.

-I'm never what anyone wanted me to be, just a deceiver.-

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