Release

Skeleton

Did I mention that I'm dancing with a skeleton?

It's not like you care,

even though it's you there,

the skeleton is you,

because you're dead inside too.

I'm disgusted yet I dance,

why do I dance with you?

Oh lord, what are these things I do?

I know I'll never revive you,

so why do I try?

Why do I lie,

telling myself you'll be alright?

It's appalling, yes I know,

I'm figured that out before,

yet somehow I always end up on the floor,

while you lean against the door,

calling me a filthy whore.

Yet you're dead on the inside,

deader than a doornail,

write a letter in the mail,

get it send back cause it failed.