I stole a wish to rid,
the world of all the tragic things I did,
the broken mirror fragments,
of dreams embedded under my skin,
don't touch me you'll only get hurt.

Keep it simple, short, and curt,
tell me I am too lost,
in my own mind,
to ever hope to be saved.

Everytime I fail to see,
the mess I've made of gravity,
I close my eyes and spin a wed,
and strangle myself in lies.