Worn torn skirt with a trying smile she looks so out of place. an actress with a permanent thorn she keeps to remind her of her place. slouching on the couch in a stranger's house forced conversations and cocaine conclusions I have no delutions no more she says. soar from the binge she cry's and cringes face to face with her tears face to face with her years. breaks all the mirrors she loves her bad luck she's never surprised she knows that she's stuck. prod and brand a one night stand like the back of my hand I know your plan. I play the role of a defeated soul and watch your confidence take control. ego with a smile, the tragedy of faith, the opposite of grace the attention misplaced. I have no delusions repeat and remember I'm never surprised I never surrender.