French Dip

This room's so full of vibrant

Contaminating mixes

Of the world's most precious

And sought-after

Colors for the few who endure

This bleached out bubble bath

Sometimes you make me laugh

Or maybe it's the fact

You weren't born with what you want

By the way you looked just fine

The way you were

Before you burned your head

Are mine perverted thoughts

Of hate, and lust, and sex

The ends don't look the same

As when they're soaking wet

Can't you feel it

Burning deep inside?

Can't you see

The damage that it's done?

So deep

You can hardly feel

The roots can't hold in now

Like they once could

So now it all falls out