The eclipse of my heart and my smile

And your overwhelmingly dynamic replies.

This deranged school system

Is hitting its spoon against a glass.

I can't cover my ears to the necessary

And godlike whispers seeping through.

It's easy to face the monitor before you,

So my crushed shells are but one in a thousand,

Buried slowly by this dying tide.

Despite the layers of clothing I wear,

Maybe you will see my naked heart beneath.

You know I never meant that doll to be goodbye,

But a bidding of what you've seen so far.