Cutting the threads off of myself

Fraying myself to smithereens

Lowering my mighty shelf

Dealing with all that that means

Trying to keep up with this faster pace

Fit myself to a different sound

Like I'm running a losing race

That travels numbly around

Mastering all the factors of being hurt

Throwing myself face first into the dirt

Infecting the burns, casting the scars

Something like being hit by a thousand cars

Placing my soul on the other side of the mirror

Hoping someday someone might hear her

How she cries there in the night

It's never been easy or right

She tears at the glass to keep quiet

Anywhere else and she just won't fit it

I'm leaving trails of myself everywhere I go

I just thought that someone somewhere should know