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Wasting Wishes
3 ReviewsLearn to read between the lines.
little child is wasting wishes on better things
she reminices of simpler yet maudlin times
swinging higher and higher on royalty swings
chocolate-brown eyes have lost their glazed shine
she left her innocence while she was young
tiny palms reach out towards the cerulean sky
hospital patient screams out with lifeless lungs
little actress is waiting until she can fly
darling, oh darling, what have you done?
I have taken an eraser and scorched my arm
would it have been easier if you just used a gun?
mummy, I'm killing, go sound the alarm
concrete lies are beginning to crack
pressure is added to her sweet little neck
she plays and she waltzes, not going back
sanity missing, oh what a fine wreck
the legs pump in and the legs pump out
she's rising to other worlds
reality- no, of certain deeds she's proud
never like the other fine girls
ashes to ashes, she lightly falls down
there's no one there to pick her up
dollies and lipstick all litter the ground
spare me the rest and pour me a cup
of vodka
and cigarettes, this kid's just a mess
she tells herself she's good and she's gone
she's faking the 'good girl' act less and less
the sweet air fouled and the jokes that went wrong
piercing veins and gouging at skin
aching bruises and plaster patched cuts
as violation and seared limbs are a sin
she stares at her figure, nor anger or lust
contents in the bowl and teardrop caked mirrors
laughingly calling it spotless and clean
she continues to choke and to hurl, to severe
with mirth and disgust baby girl's eyes brightly gleam
finished with cleansing she skips to her room
grabs a 3.57 and positions it right
and then she hears a resounding BOOM
she tumbles down holding her teddy bear tight
of organ-coated walls and skull-dusted floors
lays curled and unhinged as dawn turns to dusk
the window's locked as is the poster-taped door
she rots and she decays until she's a small husk
the cops came knocking on the door seven times
the phone rang and shuddered with invisible voices
they peered and they saw, noticing the signs
suicide, suicide, she chose from her choices
of kindergarten dreams and self-loathing, quite shameless
she inferred that she was feeling alright
if only they heard her, a little girl hopeless
yet all she left was a star-patterned kite
so here is a lesson for the young and the old
don't think that you know that they're fine
as the story tells a tale she made somewhat bold
listen, and learn to read between the lines
she reminices of simpler yet maudlin times
swinging higher and higher on royalty swings
chocolate-brown eyes have lost their glazed shine
she left her innocence while she was young
tiny palms reach out towards the cerulean sky
hospital patient screams out with lifeless lungs
little actress is waiting until she can fly
darling, oh darling, what have you done?
I have taken an eraser and scorched my arm
would it have been easier if you just used a gun?
mummy, I'm killing, go sound the alarm
concrete lies are beginning to crack
pressure is added to her sweet little neck
she plays and she waltzes, not going back
sanity missing, oh what a fine wreck
the legs pump in and the legs pump out
she's rising to other worlds
reality- no, of certain deeds she's proud
never like the other fine girls
ashes to ashes, she lightly falls down
there's no one there to pick her up
dollies and lipstick all litter the ground
spare me the rest and pour me a cup
of vodka
and cigarettes, this kid's just a mess
she tells herself she's good and she's gone
she's faking the 'good girl' act less and less
the sweet air fouled and the jokes that went wrong
piercing veins and gouging at skin
aching bruises and plaster patched cuts
as violation and seared limbs are a sin
she stares at her figure, nor anger or lust
contents in the bowl and teardrop caked mirrors
laughingly calling it spotless and clean
she continues to choke and to hurl, to severe
with mirth and disgust baby girl's eyes brightly gleam
finished with cleansing she skips to her room
grabs a 3.57 and positions it right
and then she hears a resounding BOOM
she tumbles down holding her teddy bear tight
of organ-coated walls and skull-dusted floors
lays curled and unhinged as dawn turns to dusk
the window's locked as is the poster-taped door
she rots and she decays until she's a small husk
the cops came knocking on the door seven times
the phone rang and shuddered with invisible voices
they peered and they saw, noticing the signs
suicide, suicide, she chose from her choices
of kindergarten dreams and self-loathing, quite shameless
she inferred that she was feeling alright
if only they heard her, a little girl hopeless
yet all she left was a star-patterned kite
so here is a lesson for the young and the old
don't think that you know that they're fine
as the story tells a tale she made somewhat bold
listen, and learn to read between the lines
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