Entangled in littered daydreams,
Consumed in every white line,
They stick inside souls;
Slowly lifting peace within
Drowning in the things you say,
All Crisp in a package derived from
Malfunctions.
Strangers would cover it up,
Spaced out from the dreams,
Of those violet eyes.
Cemented inside she was sad,
Certainly a lost cause they'd say,
And she haunted their minds.
