I've been calling, calling for you.

Calling to say, to tell you

That something just isn't right not in my head..

Never was..

to be honest

I don't know how to explain to you any further.

Why aren't you helping me?

I guess you didn't ever see nor hear me?

Not past that smile or laugh that I show in the moment.

Maybe you just haven't gotten the hint.

Oh, but that's fine. Completely fine.

In case you didn't pick up that line that I threw ever so angrily at you,

I could pick it apart word by trembling word if you'd like me to?

Instead for now I could just continue putting on this show.

In hopes it was the greatest you've ever seen.

Wearing my "silly" get-up.

A get-up you'd think is real.

I know what is real and this show I put on especially for you my greatest audience.

It isn't.

This is a one man show.

Getting tiring now, isn't it?

I sure hope so.

Because it's coming close to the end.

Where afterwards I have to drop this act, take off my mask, the mask that hides my porcelain fragile face.

My eyes now look rather sad...

I guess they always have.

But that's okay.

As long as you had the time of your life at my last one man show.

As you leave

I wave

To you my eyes look empty.

You described them as dead but still very much alive.

I cry because I can't stand to see you in this much pain.

Though I still give a true smile.

My smile genuine.

Sad.

Though happy for you.

As long as you all are happy I will try to be too.

But only for you will I continue this act.

Make it repetitive.

You won't get tired of me.

I swear.

Try to be.

See what happens then.

They will come after you.

Bite you too.

There would be so much blood.

The colour crimson will be painted everywhere on you.

I'll make a smile then.

A true one.

I cant wait till you see me new.

In colour crimson.