Your skin deep

Accusations about me

Are getting old

I am too old to listen

Or to do what I'm told

Can you still smile?

Or are you to numb?

Like me

Don't worry

I am here for you

Not.

Get used to the idea

Of being lonely

It's persistent in keeping you miserable

In a fairytale ending

We would be happy

But I stopped believing them

When I was five