Harriet woke up and crawled out of bed Thinking too much of what she never said So she picks up and shoots up her syringe Then she left for work at a quarter to three Thinking “how lovely and sinful of me” But once she got there she did nothing at all But at the end of the day She has a way to wash her troubles away So she grabs a knife and stares at the wall Watching the shadows as they stand so tall So Harriet grabs them and rips them apart Doing it for a form of twisted art Then she presses her face up against the wall Hoping that they respond to her call Now she’s got friends of all different kinds And all of them swim through the colors of her mind But now she’s with them and she’s in a better place Harriet feels their comfort surround her Yet everywhere she goes people say she’s a downer So she grabs a syringe and then starts to shoot up again Harriet knows her family worries Yet every single day she desperately hurries To get back home from work and stare at the wall She knows who her true friends are Even though they give her scars Later on she found herself all grown up and happy Or at least that’s what I had been told, it’s been years since her I’ve seen I heard she has a husband now or perhaps it was a wife But either way I’m sure she lives a very happy life But oh how quickly they revealed themselves as lies How quickly they removed the very happy disguise She was still the same old girl that I had come to know And still after all of these years, her friends refused to show But she still always talks to them each day inside her head And so she will continue to even on her deathbed So Harriet closes and locks her door And she picks a strange item up off the floor Then she looks at her wall and she starts the cycle again