Southern Comfort

Silly girl

Thought that making it on your own

Meant doing it alone

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

You cut it too close this time

The view from the rooftop made it seem so simple

But the glitter turned to dust when I saw it up close

So I wrapped myself in the melody, the fantasy, the lies

If I just keep walking, just keep moving

No one will see that I'm lost in this place

Practice Makes Perfect

Sleeping Pills for my Senses

Wide eyes create the illusion of consciousness
I've mastered the art of deception

Can't cope with normalcy
Self destruction is my forte
I've grown too comfortable in your reality
I'm clawing at an unlocked door

I wish I could say I hate it here

Introspection is not a luxury i can afford on 8.50 an hour
The images in my head have been replaced by the ones on this screen
Oddly enough, i am more content than i have been in years
Contentment or complacency?

I am terrified of being happy here