ya sea..

There's no sleep behind those eyes, or to soothe that restless mind. Neither is there hope in the words you speak, in assumption of wasted time. There's no fire you breathe when your mouth whips at me. There's just an obvious triumph in your negativity.

When you drag your feet and drag others (and me), bewildered why they cry...

There's observers hope that watch you mope, a sad wish that'd you die.

Or so you think.

And dream.

Oh, a way to justify how you treat them (and me).

Your standards can't be met, because you have none.

If you lose, expectation, so you've won.

Oh, to break a girl in half for fun.