I want to live in a fantasywhere all the world is made of glassand I have the only stones to throwI will use them to smashall the reflected memoriesan..
I will bite my tongue until it bleedslet it drip on the floor and form puddles I can swirl around with my fingerI will paint you a pretty pictureof al..
I sip small amounts of poisonIt does wondersto calm my shaking handsI can breathe smokeand smother the butterfliesthat live inside me because of youan..