Little Miss Time Bomb
Gonna blow up the world
Her hearts the tick, tick, ticking timer
Her brain is the fuel
That lights fire inside her
Which she won't extinguish
Cause she lit the fire
A word will set her off
One she only knows
But her tongue is held in place
Cause her voice is made of stone
She holds the key to everything
But she's the one who locked herself out
She doesn't even know it
But her hearts about to give out
From hands that are her own
Hands that suck the breathe from her lungs willingly as she exhales
Aware of the consiciences.
Yet she no longer cares.
Cause she's the one hurting
She's the one who needs comfort
But when she reaches for it
She's brushed away like the dust on a painting
And they wonder why she's mute?
*To be continued later*
