maybe i'm not made for this, maybe i'm not fated for this... perhaps next time will be kinder to me?

if i puppet myself well enough i can almost imagine that i’m something worthy of love

even with a shiny veneer, my heart is still porcelain- so won't you be nice to me? i just want to be more 'myself', but it's so hard

existing is easy, but existing with meaning... i wonder if something like me can accomplish something like that?

let me be a canvas, let me reflect the love you give me

i wish it was colder again...