All the frowns that are to be looked upon
When I step from the invisible box
That you set me in but I've come to fond
Because all it ever was, was a hoax
Me, you, everything we came to be
Was nothing but acts for the audience
But I am now tired and will break free
From the being trapped through the vacant fence
Inside and out; there is nothing at all
Nothing that I would like to be proud of
When I look through the empty rooms and halls
And every crumb is sucked by above
To make emptier than it ever was
Until nothing was left by you but rust
