I've been dreaming of a wonderland.
Somewhere beautiful numb,
but with a razor sharp tongue.
I've been longing to get away.
A constant cover of rain stops the sunshine every time.
I pity the rain, after all, its just another drop in the ocean.
I could take my paints.
The beautiful deep reds.
Oh how sad they look.
"Stupid girl" they squall,
"Love yourself, cuz no one will"
how can i do such a thing when all these demons wont die?
Their better off without me.
Im slowly disheartening.
Maybe wonderland is too far away?
wonderland with the sharp tongue.
Looks like i wont escape tonight.