Behind the smoke I beg for it to be a high

The mirrors show a pageant queen, doe eyes, a glimmering smile

But with all the pompous in the world, I could never be, she

I am crumbling

A lack of everything on earth has led me to concave

All I desire, is to have reality to be my nightmare

And my fantasies to be tangible

I am emotionless

Faceless

Voiceless

After you smudge away my face