very much unfinished - Welcome to the show, don't be afraid Sit back and watch the ever-growing craze Carve a smile into my wretched face In my back I'll keep the blade As I beg for your attention and your praise The strings that hold my head above my chest Are tangled, frayed, and waiting for a test To let them break apart at last Releasing me from all my past In a grandiose display of self-detest Say what you want, you won't get to me I'll dance around you lackadaisically There is no one I live for My existence I abhor At this point I am my worst enemy
