40:53 of excruciation silent heat flowing down the girl being chastised (13 again, forever)
promise to speak respect is unused i am quickly replaced by an addict's escape
would it be easier, or logical, to give in to others' desires without hope of reciprocation?
i hear the exhausted voice in short words i am washing away dreams one by one i laid my head down on perfection pale, snowy death
promises of glory after being rebuked seem so trite
i am yesterday's tease, but nothing one has kept
toying with her favorite song melting into watery words i know of hearts broken and the rhythmic syllables remind me: i bet it's missed more than is revealed
do not lie to yourself, let alone me disbelief folds me up nightmares wrap dreams in duct tape after chemicals have kissed me, and i can forget who you are