A Psychedelic Damsel
A peek behind the curtains
A glimpse of where I lie
I'm blurry and uncertain
From now until I die
You could say that I'm the lion
With bones as cold as tin
And fur that's made of straw
As green as witches' skin
But truly I am homesick
Although I am at home
I guess I'm just some lost chick
Who's using forks as combs
I haven't found my sea legs
Nor pearls in this shell
But I'm not the type to beg
For a reversal of the spell
There's cracks in my yellow brick road
And holes in my happy ending
My prince turned into a toad
When this fairy tale was bending
Just close your eyes and count
This paper measures your amount
Sparkles are a pretty distraction
Between shouts of "cut!" and "action!"
Get on with the show
Give them a pretty conclusion
They don't need to know
That It's a sad girl's delusion
Smile bright and wide
Give them pretty lies
Make sure that this time
It reaches your eyes
It's a game you can't see
It's called mystery
And I am whoever
You want me to be
Now connect the dots
Made of solid lead
The curtains protect
My fragile head
I need therapy at best
My sins are ones
I can't confess
We all know that secrets kill
But what do they tell you
Of the little pink pill
They call it Pretend
Manufactured for the broken
Its safe to recommend
It just rots words unspoken
It's a gate to a land
Of blurred reality
A misleading brand
For false prosperity
What they didnt tell me
Was that air can drown
That forced laughter
Is worse than a frown
They didn't tell me
That prince charming's a cheat
And that ruby red slippers
Just hurt your damned feet