She’s everything you might call a disaster
She’s grown dependant on the things she’s loathe to be 
She’s always lived her life from fast to faster
She feels like drowning, but without it, she can’t breathe

She opens up and spills herself on sheets of paper
But all the pens in all the world could not explain
Each word she writes is filled with all the things that hate her
And every sentence filled with nothing but disdain

Her vanity’s an ever present demon
Her reflection’s what she knows the people love
But the mirror lies to her to hide rejection
From the very things she’s made her whole self of

And all she wants is someone that could save her
By showing her there’s no need to be saved
By loving her despite the things that hate her
And accepting that all she is is all she gave

But she would kid herself to just believe it
Because she knows she would still want for more
And nothing in her eyes would even see him
No matter the words he spoke or mask he wore

She’s everything you might call a disaster
She’s grown dependant on the ones who barely see
Everything she wears is only there to mask her
From the pathetic realization that is she