Graveyard of Reveries

fall from grace

Look in the mirror, what do you see?

A girl chained to her timidity

Then it changes to the girl she wants to be

And leave her caged as she could never be.

Every time she walks the busy streets

She directs her favorite movie scene

Where her hair blows in the August breeze

And people would watch her in their TV screens.

So I climb up to pedestals only for the stairs to crumble

Screaming silent profanities but my voice can only fumble.

Sacred paradise, I build for myself

Even dig my own grave because nothing would help.

Build people their wings, while slowly I sink

Until my rusted dreams is all I could think

I am not the puppeteer, I am tangled in strings

So much for the hope of reigning queens

Here lies me, unending and ending with nonentity.

I am not dead but I'd wish it will happen sooner

And end the endless dread, before my life would be over

But I just could never reign on the castle of life's impossibilities

Wave down to my subjects that admire me with fear

'Cause I'd wake up in my old bedroom

Then damp the bedsheets with my tears

From tossing and turning all night

Building the blocks of my dream life

The world's supposed to be my stage

But I always trip and fall from grace.