Mirrorballing through life,
All my epiphanies waivered,
Hiding my scars underneath the cardigan I wear,
Trapping myself in exile,
Forgetting to care.
My tears ricochet back and forth,
the invisible string that ties us is a hoax.
These illicit affairs may never change,
Our loved died young,
Haunted by your ghosts.
All my lakes went dry,
My peace is haunted by your cries,
Maybe in another life you could be the one,
But for now,
All my songs are sung.
Those seven betrayals are etched deep within my soul,
The last great american dynasty in ruins,
Loving you is the way I'm trying,
Trying to be whole.
My august keeps slipping away,
I'm drowning in our mistakes,
Our love buried in time,
These parallel universes may never unite.
Falling down to my knees,
Turning me into a mad woman.
The blood on my hands is my own,
You could've been my Betty,
But all these scars tell those stories untold.
