Most days I like to stare at the wall
Least days I like to cry for long hours
I say there's nothing wrong with me at all
But that lie is most sour.
I hide behind a mask
Decorated in pinks and grays
And I would sure like to ask
"Why am I building so many graves?"
This mask, it comes in all colors
From arrogant and irritating
To the painted pain of others
I do have favorites in choosing:
Hypocritical and mythical
Depressing yet powerful
Sardonic and cynical
Apologies, oh, the apologies
Sorries on layered bluffing
Is it really honesty?
Or is it repetition mocking me?
Ah! I think I found the word,
I guess I'm still just a caged bird
Waiting for that past to just perish.
Can I love, oh, doctor?
"Do you think you're worthy?"
Never have I ever, "oh, what a shocker"
I can feel like a warrior and fight like one too
But it seems like no one can see, the light beneath me
I don't need a savior, do you?
Look in my eyes, don't you see a plea
With all of my love,
I protect thee.
Come forth my dove,
I'll set you free.
Yet at the end of the day,
The girl is still sad
Be as it may,
It wasn't all that bad.
You might be alone
I might be dirty
At least we're home
The tears have been shed and our eyes aren't so blurry.