“Sit down and think about what you’ve done” mama says.
“Gone” that’s what daddy told her when she left,
When her whole fight was brought down to one kind of test,
The only one she couldn’t afford to lose but she lacked the ability to win.
Now she can’t seem to find her feet on the ground, she’s continuing to fall down.
We’re talking about an Alice in Wonderland kind of rabbit hole.
It’s getting late, and she doesn’t care,
Nothing sparks her interest and life’s starting to get her scared.
She’s beginning to feel like fates a little too narcissistic,
But she won’t admit to what she has done, and I’m trying to scream the truth.
Tell me, how does a reflection ever get a chance to say what they need to say?
And how can I stop watching her throw her own life away?
And when I watch her leave, you better believe I regret it, as she slides down a wall.
I see her disappearing and I want nothing more than not to watch her fall,
But down is the only thing she seems to have on her mind.
How can a reflection help her leave the past behind?
Wouldn’t be nice if she could find a way to get over you?
Mama dearest, papa truly, you don’t know what’s in store for you.
A little too lost, and much to scared, is what she’s been feeling
Spiraling down, and I’m pleading to a ghost that might not exist,
As she punches me with her own two fists.
