Unfinished Thought - Lack Of Days lyrics

So What's The Deal With Your Piercing Eyes Such a f**ing 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 f**ed Up Lonely Girl