Buzz buzz
Lemon fuzz
Tight grips and little struts
She asked, "Are you okay?"
She slammed the door in my face.
Locked it too, promised herself she was no fool.
No toy to be played with.
She came with a warranty, a couple batteries and was missing instructions.
So when she fell apart, no one knew how to listen. She was cracked and scratched, sizzled with smoke, but her fire alarm was broken.
Why weren't you listening hard enough? Just because you were a backup plan doesn't mean you were the best man. Yes, you could've taken a stand for her, but you're selfish.
Couldn't you smell the smoke?
It was right in front of your face, but you're more blind than a bullet. You sucked the life outta her with your mouth. Now when she's out of juice she's gone. If you continue to press her buttons they eventually will give. They'll break apart and you'll never see her again.
Unlike a child's fairytale, theres no prince to save the day, there's no one-time potion to cure pain, no kiss that will undo a curse at twelve o'clock and no sleep to make the buzzing go away.
You. You were her one hope and you flushed it down the drain to hide what you had obtained.
Why didn't you give them the details? You could've gotten her out of this hell. She turns to objects now, 'cause you were never there and when you were your presence was bare.
He the magical charm ran up those stairs to suffice those hefty emotional breakdowns that you glared upon. Busted through those doors like an avalanche.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why were you never there for her when she needed you most? Why did you spoil yourself and give her your outer soul?
She adopted one after another, once she got to her third level of souls she met the devil. Night after night she rehearsed a song. He promised her great fortune and she nodded along. He said sure there's fine print, but if we move forward you can see the pros and cons of settling in with me.
Judgment day came and struck her life away, she left a note in her box and it said,
"All I ever wanted was to get played, not left around for dead but I guess it's not your fault since we all feel the shame. I made peace with my creators.
Yes, i joined the wrong side but it made me feel good, makes me feel alive.
There goes the sirens, they're getting awfully close so I believe this is a goodbye, farewell. I wish you millions of frowns from the tears in the wells. I hope you witness what I did, how it felt to be left on the shelf. Now you on left me broken so and much, much more I hope you fall . and drown in the bubbles shore
-Your Friend _______ "
