There's blood and scabs and spit on the stage.
Wake up, get yelled at for waking up.
Go to school, get asked questions about how I feel about school.
Stay after, for no reason.
Come home, have a decent conversation for once.
They leave, and I become Cinderella for the evening.
Would you like to dance with me?
Would you like to give a twirl about whats in my head?
Want to make me smile? And laugh?
Wake me up from this hell?
Please?