it's like an impulse.
you don't know what to do
and then it all rises to the top.
with one prick it pops;
fragments of broken dreams
sparatic across the window pane.

taking life in vain
this is a cry for help.
fading agaist the paper
i have no choice but to watch
as you strategically suck her in;
you raped her.

so little force
but she still said no.
she still went there
so you say she should have known.
breaking apart
she's coming undone;
bottling the rage
she starts to run
anticipating the explosion.
and she knows
it would be too much to handle right now.

sometimes she doesn't grasp
exactly what you meant,
but it still leaves a dent.
you never give her time to vent.
now you're just another one
she's come to resent.

so what if?
well maybe she is a little crazy.
in this cloud of smoke
life's bound to be a little hazy.
don't blame her
it's only her fault in part;
you know you helped create
her solid black heart.

it beats.
repeats those words you said.
pull the plug;
drain her head before she snaps.
she should be dead
and it shouldn't be this hard.

it's the end of the world
and she's just a girl;
with big dreams and thoughts
but you don't care.
you won't stare.
you don't get caught.
not like she has.

love michelle.