Gray

My life is gray like the sky
And still I don’t know why
I see a checkered floor
And nothing more

My life is really boring
There is nothing to do
Don’t know about you
In a noisy room
That’s what I assume
My life is really boring

I am a girl that hates the sun
I am a girl that barely has fun
I am the one you don’t want to be
I am the one who will always be me

--Royce

Mannequin

You are staring from the stores windowsill
Your eyes are midnight black, your mind is blank
Clad in high heels, baby you're dressed to kill
You'd be at the top of a social rank

There is something about you and your eyes
Everyone says you cannot take a breath
But I have a feeling that you're alive
I try to visualize you in death

I look back at you as I walk on by
All you do is wallow in shallow fame
I try to think of names that don't sound dry
But everything I think of sounds the same

You are perfect with nothing to improve
I'm insane, I saw the mannequin move

--Norelle