everything I do is judged,
and mostly they get it wrong, but oh well,
'cause the bathroom mirror has not budged,
and the woman who lives there can tell,
the truth from the stuff that they say,
she looks me in the eye and says,
"would you prefer it the easy way?
no?
okay then... don't cry."

~*~

she feels like kicking out all the windows,
and setting fire to this life...
she could change everything about her,
using colors bold and bright,
but all the colors mix together to grey...
and it breaks her heart.