When tomorrow comes so does the rage
the time I spent building
I huddle within myself
trying to come together.
I lost so much time, not being me
but being the mannequin you desired
Smart and cute I cannot maintain the facade
but allow it to fall and shatter.
What made me think I could play?
What made me think that I could endure?
Sick and silly love, that is what it does
turns you from the hero
to the child that snivels on the floor.