Four Story Tantrum

she lives in a four story tantrum

for a long face

the house that her parents hand-crafted for her

a trashcan, a toilet is all that she sees inside

outside a world that doesn't know her riddle

she doesn't need much besides the clothes on her floor

and solace in someone with softer remarks

the courage to be by herself and be okay this time

she just doesn't want to remember at all

so don't tell me i'm wrong or right

consider yourself for once

leave me alone to wrap myself up in my fantasies

snap me in half, burn me alive

i'll suffer it all for the consequences are nothing at all / just tell it starts all over now

life's too hard sometimes

you give it your all

and all that you get is tired

the more that you spend

the more all your friends begin

to see you erased

chastised and chaste from them

don't you fear, don't give up

it's too late for now, but don't give up

it's too late, but don't you fear, don't give up

she lives in a four story tantrum

for a long face

and outside there's no one and nothing