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