Oh, look at what she has done.

She's got such deep thoughts now,
they go so low,
she wishes on the stars and the clocks
for her thoughts to be shallow again,
she's made another mistake,
just one more to leave her desiccated
and she's through with this mimesis
(she doesn't want to be you anymore)
so she's going to throw those deep thoughts
away.

She hates herself every single night,
she goes so low,
she dreams of those dinner bells,
every word spoken out loud,
those secrets that will stay here
even if they were never real
(more of those imitation and lies)
so she whispers to the broken clouds,
'save me from what I have done'
and she'll never think those thoughts
again.

Oh, what has she become?

author's note: i hope you enjoy my mistakes b/c i don't.