There\'s something genius about being alone
The solitude compliments my face
And I have a heart of gold
Yet it is always broken and shattered;
The reality is so bleak though
I want to bury these sheets in my heart
For I don\'t want to sleep in them anymore
Broken chandeliers are so vague...
The message is never clear
And if I put my blinders on
I will never see the stars
And with this ring, I shall no longer be wed
I\'m sorry to say
How can I lose the love that is inside?
True hearts never grow cold...
But is that even true?
If I love a man
I love him with my whole heart
Behold the chandeliers that have fallen...
Behold the broken hearts that scare the world,
For we are people too.
If love was falling apart,
Would there be some kind of revelry?
For I am my own divorce, would you say?
I write poetry to fill my pain
Because my words are fighting for their lives
I need to live in order to survive
And the prettiest things turn sour
As the milk on the counter
And the ugliest things just seem prettier
To me,
And with this ring, the flower sinks
And the house starts to freeze
And I look at complicated pictures
On the walls...
How could these pictures look so vague?
Well everything looks vague these days
I shall burn this ring
And forget the sting
How many broken hearts are there a day
When the world is constantly moving?
And all the women in the neighborhood
Feel sorry for me,
Because I am freer than them
And I get to sleep all day
In my wanton pajamas
So mediocre and plain...
And there you go, there is my happy ending
For every man is safe from me;
I lie boring in a pit.
Does this divorce mean more to me
Than it does to you?
For I think life is brilliant
When it\'s empty.