Good job I don't fit in, I wouldn't win
This game of cards of broken hearts
Soul's a ghost, and no one's host
Nobody's there, they went somewhere
Down the road, someone growed
Out of their toys up into noise
A music strapped maniac.

A holler or call inside the wall
An ear on the door searching for
A sign or reason, the fear of treason
Holds them back, a heart attack
Rapid breathing, are we believing
In revelations of sensations.

Good job I lost out, I never pout
Another cry trapped in mind's eye
Heart's a box of mismatched socks
No feelings there, but everywhere
Inside of veins, pulsing in brains
A glitched fazed witch.

A burning grave of misbehaved
A soul undead that someone misread
A cry for attention, forget to mention
The name's a number just sitting under
The radar of memory, why was she
In wrath of psychopath.

Good job I lost my mind, you'll never find
The answers you seek, knowledge bleak
Give up the fight just lose tonight
Mind's out of control somebody's soul
Got up and left, stood bereft
Of emotions and life's devotions
A suicidal in denial.

~ Demariah