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.