Lack of Days

So What's The Deal

With Your Piercing Eyes

Such a Fucking Cheap Disguise

So Pale So Thin

Your Remarks Soak InAs I Wash My Eyes

And My Hands Of Joy

Never Expect Me To Be Able

To Handle Your Coy WaysI Told You Not To Play My Game

Now We Do Things My WayI Wonder If You Know

That My Tough Shell Is So Weak

Such A Charade

To Force Me To SpeakNo Words Can Be Said

To Account For My Troubled Mind

Plastic Or No There's No Sense of TimeJust A Lacadazical Whirl

Just A Fucked Up Lonely Girl