So What's The Deal 

With Your Piercing Eyes 

Such a Fucking Cheap Disguise 

So Pale So Thin 

Your Remarks Soak In 



As I Wash My Eyes 

And My Hands Of Joy 

Never Expect Me To Be Able 

To Handle Your Coy Ways 



I Told You Not To Play My Game 

Now We Do Things My Way 



I Wonder If You Know 

That My Tough Shell Is So Weak 

Such A Charade 

To Force Me To Speak 



No Words Can Be Said 

To Account For My Troubled Mind 

Plastic Or No There's No Sense of Time 



Just A Lacadazical Whirl 

Just A Fucked Up Lonely Girl