My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My

I Smile And Play Pretend Through The Morning Show In The Kitchen.

I Decapitated Dandelions All Morning, Leaving Carnage And Death Strewn Into My Path.

I’m The Girl Who Trips On The Dance Floor And Can’t Find Her Way To The Exit. All Eyes On Me.

It's A Shame We Can't Just Admit That We Failed Family Living, Sell The House, Split Up The Money, And Get On With Our Lives.

Can't Escape Pain, Kiddo. Battle Through It And You Get Stronger.