So what's the deal
With your piercing eyes?
Such a fucking cheap disguise
So pale, so thin
Your remarks soak in

As I wash my eyes
And my hands of joy
Never expect me to be able
To handle your coy ways

I told you not to play my game
Now we do things my way

I wonder if you know
That my tough shell is so weak
Such a charade
To force me to speak

No words can be said
To account for my troubled mind
Plastic or no there's no sense of time

Just a lacadazical whirl
Just a fucked up lonely girl

Lyrics submitted by BeautifullyComplete

Lack Of Days song meanings
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