Funny how one week feels like a million years

Even though it’s sunny and the bees are buzzin wild

Runnin from this mad house

I guess we’re signed n sealed

Yes I guess we got the real deal

I guess this is how love feels

Dark silence a pittance in the heart

Starin mirror sculptured into a grinnin grim reaper

He’s laughin at me yeah he’s torturin me

Now all I got is paper and a blanket of white

So i’ll scrape away the plight and put up a fight

World tilted now & i’ve fallen even deeper

Drownin core leanin even steeper

How’my gonna turn it around hands tied

Maybe I died maybe I cried maybe i’m tried

Maybe they lied and that’s why i’ll never be his bride

Bein here i’m even Madder tortured by the ladder

Even tempered even Madder