Four Story Tantrum
she lives in a four story tantrumfor a long facethe house that her parents hand-crafted for hera trashcan, a toilet is all that she sees insideoutside a world that doesn't know her riddleshe doesn't need much besides the clothes on her floorand solace in someone with softer remarksthe courage to be by herself and be okay this time
she just doesn't want to remember at allso don't tell me i'm wrong or rightconsider yourself for onceleave me alone to wrap myself up in my fantasiessnap me in half, burn me alivei'll suffer it all for the consequences are nothing at all / just tell it starts all over nowlife's too hard sometimesyou give it your alland all that you get is tiredthe more that you spendthe more all your friends beginto see you erasedchastised and chaste from themdon't you fear, don't give upit's too late for now, but don't give upit's too late, but don't you fear, don't give upshe lives in a four story tantrumfor a long faceand outside there's no one and nothing
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