Olivia's p.o.v
Living on the edge, the world's stage is my cage.
My heart bleeds crimson in this prison where the sun is never welcomed.
Dancing on the world's stage, every little simple thing hurts for this bad apple, old sage surviving off of mininmun wage.
Crawling out from under ashes, view of paradise remains blurry and cloudy.
I don't know what I want to do with my life.
It is such a terrible horrible shame that I put all the blame on myself.
You have a date with the fame monster while nobody in the world cares enough to know my name.
Success will take good care of you, but I don't know about myself.
Deceased ghosts of the past, present and future echo chaos and confusion.
I trade in nuture meaning common sense for a lifetime full of mental self torture.
As a victim of karma and circumstance, I can't spot out the potential that you see in me.
A blurry dark certain future makes up the majority of the soundtrack of my life.
I feel as though I have been bitten by a bloodthirsty shark.
Pessimism looms above my sanctuary, enchanted bedroom.
Undecisive, my mind is senstive toward any kind of negative criticism.
Long dead and gone away are the fragments of somebody that I used to know.
The pressure to cry is getting to me, but I try to put on a brave face.
Neverending, failure is the miracle cure for defeat and I refuse to become dead meat.
Longing to experience a resurrection, my strength is able to endure toward the end of time.