Often I am upset, that I cannot fall in love but I guess this avoids the stress of fallen out of it. Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear, when I'm ready I will get us outta here.   Ill cut my hair.    To make you stare.    I'll hide my chest, and I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.       Turn off your porcelain face. I can't really think right now in this place, theres too many colors enough to drive all of us insane.  Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead. Cause I can feel the ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head. But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet.