baby your out confidence and it set you're world on fire
A dreamer, a leaver, never again a very good singer
End how they'd say you would, but do what they never could
Sweet Jane . . . . .
Stretching her arms out to reach in the early morning, before light, before breakfast, before coffee, before rational thinking, before the day, she wraps her arms around whatever is in front her be it soft blankets or extra pillows. When she realizes what she had done, that her dreams had somehow escaped in the reality of being alone, she cries silent tears as the sun comes up and her roommates are waking singing and dancing with joy for a new day. She hides, like all things that scare her, and all things do she hides her face her cries, those whelping tears steam down her face and are soaked up by the bed which began this silly mess of waking up alone. And oh how she is good at hiding, and deceiving, manipulation, and lying were basically her job, that to which she excelled at . . . Yet that year things changed, everything changed. Before she had met this beast in disguised as beauty she was able to lie to anyone at anytime without hesitation. She made money this way, though far down the road she would lose everyone in life because of this trait. One November she met someone, of course a girl, and what trouble those always brought, but this girl she could not bear herself to lie, deceive, or to manipulate. Silent tears still flowing her new roommate headed out the door for a morning work out. Now alone Jane’s tears stop she can’t get out of bed, she can’t ration her own career as robin hood had thrown her love into the crowd of people who despised her. It’s just a ticking time bomb though nothing would explode, again she dead right where her love found her, only this time alone. It’s only a matter of time before she fades away and she knows that. How she envied the people of stupidity and an ordinary life which she has never exposed herself to. She sighs and choked up whispers
Rather give the world away then wake up lonely
She smiles one more tear out as today she write down three things to live for. Her notebook is empty and she stares off into space then without thinking writes. Drugs. Circles that, scratches it out. Then lays her head down for though her dreams may haunt her awareness, she is hardly aware at all these days.