It＇s  what  she  meant  with  open  ends

The  scaled  cracks  our  numbered  and  counting  down

There  is  no  contact  -  so  shrive  away

She  cannot  save  it  from  herself

Rather  be  somewhere  else

Rather  be  someone  else

Her  judgement  from  the  mirror  meets

With  shut  reaction

Its  conviction  is  cause  to  her  decline

The  quiet  touch  of  addicted  glamour

Dates  the  tyrant  child  unsatisfied  a  portrait＇s  trash

Attempts  corruption  to  marvel  the  ovations  of  thoughtlessness

White  knuckled  substance  -  no  self-control

Ghost  faced  smiles  -  cut  ear  to  ear

Strung  out  reprisal  -dated  and  covered  in

Dope  sick  afternoon  simplicity

Hedonistic  escape  to  shroud  her  symptoms  decrements  the  ordinary

She  can  shatter

She  can  break  -  forever  young

The  girl  in  the  glass  is  one  of  us

Hurt  it  more  to  make  her  yours

The  girl  is  interrupted

Immense  illusion  can  end  transmission  till  death  will  she  part

Kill  it  and  put  it  to  rest

She＇s  never  coming  back