It's Over

i am like a rat in a trap

don't you fucking get near me

i will bite your hand if you reach

towards me you can't help me now

i don't know who you are but i

have these beautiful sharp teeth

i will chew my leg off just to

put a stop to this fucking pain

i am like a clown down your street

dancing keeping you happy

i can distract you amuse you

keep you occupied but

you can't see my face under paint

you don't know what i'm feeling

i am walking off i'm leaving

i'm getting out of this parade

it's over

i am like a lie in my room

counting and pacing the walls

i know how many bricks there are

stacked up like burning witches

they scream and they cry and finally

escape when they die

but i remain here, my jailer

waiting for the day when i say

it's over