At first I thought it nice,
Before the poison in the ice
Had melted all around the punch you'd poured.
At first I thought you kind,
And not the quiet kind of girl,
Who has nothing nice to say, so says nothing at all.

And now, I cannot follow your eyes.
And now, I cannot swallow the lies.
Inside your head you think you own me,
But I'm not so easy to buy.
A face inside a locket, framed by the tears that you'd never cry.

When push would come to shove,
I never thought to doubt your love,
When really its the place I should have gone.
You'd sigh and shake your head,
Toss and turn at night in bed,
Your guilty conscious writhing till the dawn.

And now, I cannot follow your eyes.
And now, I cannot swallow the lies.
Inside your head you think you own me,
But you haven't got the money to buy,
A face inside a locket, framed by the tears that you'd never cry.

I ought to clarify,
That there is more that meets the eye.
Than the fantasies that swirl inside my mind.
You haven't done me wrong,
My inner voices sing a song,
That paints you as the culprit to my crimes.

And now, you cannot fathom my pain,
And now, my conscious darkens again.
Inside my head it's all a vortex, you'd be crazy to call me sane.
It's always been my fault i don't have half the right now to complain.

And now, I see there were never any lies,
And now, I've forever lost sight of your eyes,
Inside my head I thought you owned me,
Nothing here to justify,
The locket that I'd stolen, and the tears you'd always cried.

And as the timbers rot, and the braces fold,
All the windows crack, all the shimmer leaves the gold,
The house is haunted, but the attic still active,
With the ghosts of thoughts once thought attractive.
There is nothing left for me, there is nothing left of me,
If you try to find a foothold, it will crumble to the sea,
As the lights go out and the doors slam shut,
You can play the part, but you might not make the cut.