Store tears in the attic of an empty heart
Closed eyes to a guise of princess gowns
Dilute emotion into abstract art
Dress up in yesterday's hand-me-downs
Let music mute your melancholy
And your soul trade away its sanity
Forsake mistake for inequity
Of pain, in vain, and vanity
Let pillows muffle exhales of emotion
Sleep every night on your tears
In a void of your own volition
Keep on thinking that nobody hears