So What's The Deal

With Your Piercing Eyes

Such a Fucking Cheap Disguise

So Pale So Thin

Your Remarks Soak In



As I Wash My Eyes

And My Hands Of Joy

Never Expect Me To Be Able

To Handle Your Coy Ways



I Told You Not To Play My Game

Now We Do Things My Way



I Wonder If You Know

That My Tough Shell Is So Weak

Such A Charade

To Force Me To Speak



No Words Can Be Said

To Account For My Troubled Mind

Plastic Or No There's No Sense of Time



Just A Lacadazical Whirl

Just A Fucked Up Lonely Girl