There is a 3 in. candle There is a cushoned rock There is a cracked old door With a broken lock You are in the attic, safely tucked away A cursing family downstairs, that you have left astray Your foot is badly bleeding by the broken glass The broken glass your father tried to use upon your a** Your cheek is blue and purple, the same goes for your lips Your eye is pitch black, also are your hips But instead try to think that you've put on too much make-up And your the star of a play and you've gone thru a breakup The people love the act and throw you cards and roses And you stand up to take a bow and do a few good poses Then the audience dies down as you leave the stage To conclude the chapter so that God can turn the page.