The Girl With The Broken X-Ray Eyes

Well nevermind, it's been done before. All the angst in your pants and whatever else you forgot to tell. You know you sell it so well. And teenage daydreams won't make it for you, there's always somebody else you'll need to rely on and when you do you'll get broken. Because you're frightened. When the party's over, kiss the door goodnight because you might never be here again.

And it's no fun dreaming of the past, the last boy probably left you for a reason. You change quicker than the seasons so how can we predict the time? Have a life but don't go behind their back.....it's the reason you're so open to attack. We're always change yet we're always the same. Nothing old, nothing new it's gifted too!

So nevermind, it's been done before. Sold your story to a magazine. Unleashing all your bitter fantasies and the wrath of your spiteful jealousy. You're not getting any younger and it's jilted weapon never suited you. And I wrap you in your own little cocoon to keep your life in a shell. But you're never happy, always complain for the sake of complaining. Irritate the living to take a step closer to the dead. Your idea of perfection? Where's the fun in perfection? All you need is protection.

You keep seeing things. You read too much. You are the girl with the broken x-ray eyes, you only see what you want to see and it's not there. You are the girl with the broken x-ray eyes, you only see what you want to see and it's not there. But you don't care.