dressed in pink
your words of sorrow look so pretty all dressed in pink. make them presentable for the audience your begging to throw you pity, like bread for a starving bird, you'll eat it up. i'll take these moments of desperation and tie them to some catchy melody. strip the words of all meaning and watch the world sing along with me. if everyone locked their self indoors and loved the dark, there would be no beauty left for those who are honestly pale. though they're hard to find, with that perfect skin. take a picture of yourself, make sure you look like hell but stay pretty. and steal conor's lines, imprint them in your eyes and enter the contest. what place are you in? are you sadder than him? life's just not as good without all this melodrama, and it would be too plain without all the pain you bring upon yourself. isn't that how you think? force down another drink.