White Walls of Disgrace (2007)

 You refused to listen,

So I carved it,

Thirteen streaking times.

Blood-striped and still pain-free

-Isn't that odd to you?

A bottle of pain pills,

A rainbow of selection;

And one large filet knife.

All mine for the taking.

You look at me and what do you see?

You see a little girl.

But, I’m not your whore anymore.

Tap, tap, tap,

On the glass menagerie

That holds my mind

-so fragile and infantile.

You already know this,

Yet still attempt to break me.

Well, I’m crushed;

Just a small bloody pile

Of glass shards.

Pick me up, I dare you.

I laugh when you try to comfort me,

Because I know you.

You’re no guardian angel;

Just a bottle of carbonated deception.

I'll shake you up,

And you'll become a geyser

Of your own guile.

How lovely it would be,

To stomp in your demise

-just as a child in the rain.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

I've jumped into your head now;

There’s no use in trying to shake me.

You wanted a relationship,

Here I am

-all nineteen broken years of me.

Take me as I am...

Every last disgusting one of you.