Faith, Torn Apart

Kneel under faith

In growing despair

Hung noose of charm

I won't stop where you start

Faith, torn apart

Torn apart

Torn apart

Oh, no one

Oh, no one

No, no one

Hears no one

"Oh brother sleep, oh sister formality

Your simple curriculum, opening, ever opening

My Philippian, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to kill me

Crushed to death

I'm crushed to death"

Faith, take it out

Like a womb

Take it out

Oh, no one

No, no one

Oh, no one

Hears no one

My room is a mess

My hair is black and blue

My new phone is pink

My dress is a fishnet dress

My face looks soft

My eye shadow is like Cleopatra

My contacts are bright green

My braces are real

My pose is for you

My freckles are for you

My shirt has no buttons

My finger is in my mouth

My hijab is polkadot

My head is resting on my wrist

My gaze is never going to settle

My beauty mark is from a pen

My wig fell off into a pillow

My smirk is a shadow

My glasses have purple frames

My village is 6,600 miles away

My arms are chubby

My nose smells horrible smells

My kiss comes from a scream

My heart is going to crack in half

My gold tooth is knocked out

My baseball cap hides the truth

My name is romantic

My thoughts are petunias

My bra strap is a new feeling

My jaw is uneven and unassured

My posture is by demand

My skirt is thrown up over my head

My curls are fading fast

My ambition is still, it is still to be a star

My pajamas don't fit very well

My knees hurt

My little shirt matches my little shorts

My skin feels like a breaking vase

My appearance will stress you out

My bikini looks dumb

My shower is the least refreshing thing about it

My only recourse is there is no recourse

My bindi has been rubbed to the side

My frown is for always

My family will never see me again

My goofy jokes hide my goofy damnation

My ego's excuse: "It just happened"

My tears and my drool are all the same

My fear is for one and all

My dead end childhood is just beginning

My niqab is like a rose

My motto is "Champagne for my real friends"

My age is on a card and cannot be disputed

My nails will be broken

My pelvis will be broken

My feather boa feels like the butcher shop

My favorite band is "I don't know"

My complexion is flawless for hours

My awareness is the same as fainting

My party is private

My day has been endless

My night cannot possibly go on

It doesn't matter what you think

Do anything you'd like

Because I was born dead

And I was born to die