If she's dying on the floor, would I stop and help her?
Stop me if my laugh annoys you
To see this imagery makes me fall to my face
It makes me cry
You see me dying on the floor and you're so much better
I am slowly turning into what I see
To things I hate in those I'm sick of
This is slowly turning into a disease how much more of this can I take?
I remember the words you spoke into me
God, this is not my voice!
Your failing in your beauty
If I float down on broken wings would you see?
Can I fall into your arms?
I'm broken in your beauty
It's your beauty on the floor