Post by Mischief on Aug 17, 2006 10:56:12 GMT -5
Locked within a mirror,
Left without a key,
Stuck inside my own mind,
Desperate to break free.
So just pick up the phone,
And come dial my name,
So I can yell and scream and shout,
But everything’s still the same.
This is your final chance,
This is the final dance,
You’ll pick up your tap shoes,
And will break this heavy trance.
Dust clutters up the phone,
Waiting for the call,
Twirling the phone in my hands,
I pace up and down the hall.
So I’ll put on my Irish shoes,
And you’ll tie up ballet,
And we’ll dance away this evil trance,
In hope for a better day.
But I’m screaming and I’m yelling
From within my glass prison,
You smile, wink, and wave good-bye,
Without any telling.
I turn a cold shoulder,
And you start to back away,
I’m turning to the other girl,
‘Sarah, listen up today.’
I’m pounding on the glass,
And she watches my tears,
The glass is breaking slowly,
As I tear away the insane years.
‘Sarah, listen up,
This girl is full of lies,
One day, too, she’ll boomerang right back,
And start lying straight to you.’
‘This is my final warning,
This is her final chance.
Hand me the key so I am free,
And we can finish up this dance.’
This is her final chance,
I’m not giving any more,
She’s spent all of my other ones,
And thrown them out the door.
No words can describe my emotions,
No words can describe my screams.
Girls, one thing is for sure,
‘I’M SPLITTING AT THE SEAMS.’
So I’ll put on my Irish shoes,
And you’ll tie up ballet,
And we’ll dance away this evil trance,
In hope for a better day.
But I’m screaming and I’m yelling
From within my glass prisoning,
You smile, wink, and wave good-bye,
Without any telling.
You’re blinded by her friendship,
And that is not as pure,
As the insanity that wracks my mind,
Someone, open up my door.
But the glass is breaking slowly,
And my tears are bursting free.
As I pound the glass with my fists,
No more years of insanity.
I’m splitting at the seams,
All because of her,
She’s starting to pull my life apart,
And all I’m left with is screams.
So I’ll put on my Irish shoes,
And you’ll tie up ballet,
And we’ll dance away this evil trance,
In hope for a better day.
But I’m screaming and I’m yelling
From within my glass prisoning,
You smile, wink, and wave good-bye,
Without any telling.
Despite what she says,
Despite the lies she feeds,
You should know better then to listen to her,
You shouldn’t have let me bleed.
So now my hands are shaking,
And I’m staring at the phone,
This is her final chance,
To stop me from my breaking.
This is her final chance,
After it’s gone, I’m letting go.
So I’ll go get my dancing shoes,
And let’s get on with the show.
So I’ll put on my Irish shoes,
And you’ll tie up ballet,
And we’ll dance away this evil trance,
In hope for a better day.
But I’m screaming and I’m yelling
From within my glass prisoning,
You smile, wink, and wave good-bye,
Without any telling.
This is her final chance,
After it’s gone, I’m letting go
I should’ve known better then to trust people,
So, come on, let’s dance our final show.
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What can I say? I'm slowly turning impatient Emo. -chews on phone antenna-
Don't blame me if it sucks. O.k, you can, but I woke up at 10:30 and it's 11:56 and i'm beginning to get really impatient with my friends. ( I fell asleep at 11:30 p.m, if that explains anything. I read during most of the night and bugged my mom with my booklight. )