she lives in that beautiful house on the hill
houses that look like brick
strong in standing and sturdy
but if you look closely it is only glass
an illusion of strength
can't be blown down but easily broken
glued pieces of structure wear thin
a lamb in wolfs' clothing
maybe it's something I did last december
pity I don't remeber
every rising sun brings a new day
but some hold on to the vices of yesterday
how lucky it is to forget
when I don't have the words I just sit silent
but when silence sickens you is it fair to drown people in your words
vacuous to them
but I couldn't hold the silence hostage forever
no answrs under my peeling skin
just a dumb girl who doesn't know where to begin
don't beleive anyone would listen anyway
this glass house can't stand forever even if no stones are throne
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