When I come undone, will u still think I am beautiful
When I stop lying, will u still find me successful
In the mirror I saw the images of different angles of me
I am smiling
I am crying
Happiness
Sadness
All written in the same frame
Sealed in the castle that is called my own home
Ceased in the prison that is built by my own hand
Wrapped in all pricy and dazzling designer cloth
Lived in the suite that is the top of the world
Yet love never seems so far to reach
With abundant of freedom in hand yet can hardly find a shelter to rest
Self-indulgent
Appetite to destruction
So afraid of any commitment
So proud of this bubbling life that is made up by my own
This is just bad to bone
Live in my own world
Dim in my own category
Walking in the city at night
Shadow is my only company to walk me home
Sing a song about you and me
Yet I have nowhere to find one to share
This “you and me” thing only lives within my head
With my imagination friend time and time again I keep hypnotizing myself
I am dancing with my friends
Throwing out a party with my pals
Yet “Charlie never exists. Maryann is just my doll’s name.”
That bottle of wine
I drank as fast I could to pretend that I was actually sharing it with my friend
My boyfriend only lives in my head
My friend will only talk with me in my head
So twisted
Irritated
Annoying
My lies keep growing steadily
Slowly drowning me in this poisoned air
Have the thought to commit suicide; yet don’t have the gut to end this petty life
Yeah, I just so this fucking keen on living
Dreamed to be free, now dream to be dominant
Isn’t it ironic?
Once you have it, you keep asking for more
When have I become this greedy
Flying
Falling
Sway with the wind
Light as a feather
Never come down again
Life is a journey, then when will I find the beauty? And when can I rest?
When I am crouching in the corner, can’t I just have some one to hold me tight, and have my back??
