Lost Answers

Glass houses aren't smart
Especially if you're between a rock and a hard place
But the light of wonder looks pretty
And helps brighten up my face
Giving away my skin
Drowning out my sorrows
Don't have a heart left
Think I need one to borrow
Give me time
I'm damaging myself
I might be laughing
But I'm feeling the hell
I woke up in my bikini this morning
Not knowing what I did the night before
I ask myself the same thing every time
What am I here for?
The scent of memory loss corrupts my mind
But my nights are repetitive
I've tried to keep myself calm
However, failed to stay collected