an the pretty people exert their creativity on me and i'm left once alone so lonely call to me i know but i'm still waiting maybe things are changing and really i'm not hurting so bad but then my eyes fill up with tears and i know i'm a lie i'm glad to have gone through the things i have but somewhere along this path i got left behind this revolving door and people watch me but its as if they see right through like i'm part of the glass i'm tired of hiding tired of these emotions that i've been fighting and here i am publically seen bleeding until i'll be dying but what comes after that?