schiziophrenia
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As my nail polish chips,
So does my composure
I bend my head to cry
On my own shoulder
My own imperfections
Reflected back at me
In the fading colors
The lacquer covers
I have a vase
Of sad forget-me-nots
On the bedstand
Next to Emily
Rose-wooden eyes
See what mine still hide from me
Behind the thread and the needle holes
I know we still holds my memories
Wake me up
Before I lose it all
This nightmare's a little too real
Pick me up
I'm starting to fall
Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath
I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
