Make up to segregate 

What I think you talk about too much 

Say words to fill some space 

Makes mistakes rerun around too much 



I think that you're afraid 

Displaying better thoughts could blame you happy 

What a shame 



Made up binding wrists to bed posts 

Armored self-esteems play midnight hosts 



Comforts resting blanket despair 

Whirlwinds serve you circles once again