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