You're a do as I say not as I do indescribable curse of a person,
Hey there, lovely, do you, remember me?
It's so hard to read your mind,
talking to a phantom...
haunting...
vacant...
frightening really.

Tonight I am the martyr,
in my glass we're born.
I'm a little sentimental dear,
waiting for the moon,
and I don't want to go to bed it seems like such a waste,
They'll always ask you what do you,
want to be when you,
row up?
but you can take them by surprise,
look them in the eyes,
and say,

A child!

As I Sprawl across the duvet...
cloaked in naught but air...
I'm the dark side of you...
dieing for my sins... like I once did...
for your unashamed appetite...
this dance will hurt like hell...
just a child without a fairytale am I...
dark but so lovely... crowning in that moment...
this is what I am...

Hush don't speak a word about the dreams that we live for...
my dreams are growing into this frustrations...
the hours that were spent during the calm before the storm...
was but time drifting away...
until the next sunrise is slowly born...
the truly fair weather has now seemed to have lost it's warmth...
as if every bright moment was always destined to be torn...
depleting the need of thieves to care, they rise on degradations wings...
we must see if these lies are worth leading...