naked broken pieces from the madness in what you do,
the fingers point right back at you.
what about my problems?
the people try to solve them.
i guess i’m under the weather..
since no one else belongs here, with me.
some news for you;
i’m really not that crazy.
why you think there's something wrong with me?
sunday i cried all night..
& it hurt so bad.
but if you try to understand--
this is who i am.
colour coated sweetness.
swords beneath my clean dress.
i'm making sense of shattered dreams;
because i want you to be proud of me.