I am not Alice and this isn't Wonderland.
I am a composition of shattered dreams and broken bottles,
swaying in the wind, lipstick smears
on gaunt cheeks, a memoir of misery
wrapped in short skirts and high shoes,
a portrait of our generation,
drunk on teardrops and fake smiles,
I am a composition of shattered dreams and broken bottles
and, when you play me,
I hope it hurts.
this is beautiful