One tells herself that there's nowhere else to go. The marching band has met a dead end; the rocks piled in the stream until the flow was broken; the wrong moves spiraled out of control somewhere along the way.

There is no going back.

She lays herself on the dirty tile of the bathroom floor, thinking and waiting for the right moment. She brings her wrist down in a slow, yet effective fall, creating a cut too deep to repair. The reflex was to blink, to close her eyes to the pain; yet she stared at the porcelain surface of the bathtub connected to the floor.

She concentrates on that white, shiny material until the only thought left is that she finally did it. She did it.

A tear in the membrane

Allows the voices in

They wanna push you off the path

With their frequency wires

One is entangled in the sheets of sin, knowing full well what the consequences may be. The only thing that exists to her is the feel of the soft skin and delicate figure of the one trapped in her embrace. She only feels the velvet kisses along her neck, the feather light touches on the sides of her body, dipping inwards.

She's only falling and falling deeper into the path that will lead her into hell, she knows it, and she doesn't care.

For one second, she imagines every person she knows is before her, judging her, pointing fingers, pulling the lever that drops her into the fiery and escapeless hands of hell. She hears their thoughts, rough and unforgiving.

The feel of wet and needy kisses bring her back to reality.

And that's all that matters to her.

And you can do no wrong

In my eyes, In my eyes

You can do no wrong

In my eyes, In my eyes

One is full of regret, falling from her high pedestal at a high velocity. She closes her eyes, hiding the world from her sight, shielding herself from the reality that she claimed moments ago when she checked that stick in the sink.

It's not real to her if she can pretend well enough. She can walk out there, back to the life she was living weeks ago, with her head held high and her legs firmly closed. She can look people in the eye and see judgment, yet she would not give them a second glance. They won't matter; they do not understand that she is living a lie. They won't ever see her tremble as she picks up the box in the pharmacy down the street. They will never hear her quickly pacing footsteps as she waits for the answer.

They won't see that she cried when that stick, alight with a pink, affirming glow, fell to the ground, along with what she thought she knew.

A drunken salesman

Your hearing damage

Your mind is restless

They say you're getting better

But you don't feel any better

Your speakers are blowing

Your ears are wrecking

Your hearing damage

You wish you felt better

You wish you felt better

You can do no wrong

In my eyes, In my eyes

You can do no wrong

In my eyes, In my eyes