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Erin's Soliloquy
If you can find my hearts' location,
There's a simple explanation.
I'm a toymakers' creation,
Trapped inside a crystal ball.
Catch me before I fall.
And whichever way I tilt it,
I know I have to be resilient.
I can't let it break my spirit
As I cry it all away.
All of my clouds fade to gray.
My mind is a closed door
And sanity is nevermore.
Is it my brain your hearing?
Are the screams in your ears ringing?
I'm alone in this game.
There's blood coming from my brain.
Holes and stuffing in my veins.
From the world I must refrain.
I sit here alone all day now
So all my hope I have to disavow.
There's stitches in my left eye brow,
And a sowed on smile,
To fix me would be a while.
And if you knew all the things I've seen.
You'd understand why I'm not so clean.
I'm a mirror of my old queen,
But now she's lost and can't be found,
This ends my marry go round.
My mind is a closed door
Insanity is nevermore.
Is it my brain your hearing?
Are the screams in your ears ringing?
I'm alone in this game.
There's blood coming from my brain.
Holes and stuffing in my veins.
From the world I must refrain.
There's a simple explanation.
I'm a toymakers' creation,
Trapped inside a crystal ball.
Catch me before I fall.
And whichever way I tilt it,
I know I have to be resilient.
I can't let it break my spirit
As I cry it all away.
All of my clouds fade to gray.
My mind is a closed door
And sanity is nevermore.
Is it my brain your hearing?
Are the screams in your ears ringing?
I'm alone in this game.
There's blood coming from my brain.
Holes and stuffing in my veins.
From the world I must refrain.
I sit here alone all day now
So all my hope I have to disavow.
There's stitches in my left eye brow,
And a sowed on smile,
To fix me would be a while.
And if you knew all the things I've seen.
You'd understand why I'm not so clean.
I'm a mirror of my old queen,
But now she's lost and can't be found,
This ends my marry go round.
My mind is a closed door
Insanity is nevermore.
Is it my brain your hearing?
Are the screams in your ears ringing?
I'm alone in this game.
There's blood coming from my brain.
Holes and stuffing in my veins.
From the world I must refrain.
Published 1st Mar 2019
Author's Note
This is a song based off of an original poem that my internet friend, Erin, sent to me. She made the first verse, and I eventually made it into a song. The possible meaning of the song (in my opinion) is abuse, where the main character feels as though they're a toy, watching their life fall apart whilst sitting upon a shelf, collecting dust. The background voice significantly getting worse in the second verse is suppose to frame how the abuse can simply turn on at the drop of whatever mistake you make. We haven't spoken in a couple of years, so Erin, if you see this, thank you.
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