That Fragile Teacher

where are the roses in your words?
give me something to write down
because I don't like being here, it hurts
the disease stings my head and wrists through the night
I swore I'd start eating again,
but all by myself is too crowded
I think I'll go home and disappear into my world of flowers
lilies, maybe, thousands of them
I'll even start my new religion
full of golden, honest lies, the kind I tell you
You must not listen anyway,
Of course I'm not eating again
my goddamn history is a lesson of that answer
but don't worry, I won't make you love me
I won't make you say no again
you self-absorbed a*****e,
If everything's the same, why would I be eating again?
you turn my minutes into years
that are wasted one by one
dust in the urn of my religion
and I believed it until the end
I'm kind and gentle and forgiving like that
but there are thousands of lilies under my bed
Shh, don't tell anyone,
you might ruin the surprise