You went and got famous first

when are you coming home?

your photographs dont smile at me anymore

they took your pretty face and put it on my tv

they raped your art, and i know you now


i can walk down the streets alone

your photographs that i adored

they took them all away and left me green

your godly face is on the billboards now


and the smile you once had for me
glares down on everyone who is killing you


i'll reduce myself to flesh and bone

and destroy all of you i had stored

clear out the old and make me clean

your show is over, take your bow

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how long have you been standing there?
do you need any sort of help?
let me call a doctor
and get you away from that
monstorus image which has consumed my empty heart
wall you have been talking to
daijoubu yo, it's fine i'm ok
you've been there for days
someone must be waiting for you
someone must be waiting for me

as the grit collects around my dead brain and dying heart
i will be with those who have not yet forgotten me

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thank goodness i am home

the mirror doesn't smile at me anymore

i gave my pretty face to friends in photographs

no one seems to want the art i can create


i have to walk these halls alone

your lonesome picture frames

i still have one i painted on my phone

which never rings, no calls from you


and the smile you once had for me
shines down from above to kill me


i'll reduce myself to flesh and bone

and destroy all of you i had stored

clear out the old and make me clean

your show is over, take your bow

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I know you are there, wont you pick up?
do you need any sort of help?
you've been gone for days
we need to get you out of that
homestead i was to be mother and wife to
House that holds your suffering
daijoubu yo, it's fine i'm ok
we're going to the pub, call me back
someone should be worried about you
someone should be worried about me

as the grit collects around my dead brain and dying heart
i will be with those who have not yet forgotten me

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OH so you were here at home!

i haven't seen you smile in weeks

or seen you at all for that matter

it seems you've gone a bit crazy


you go everywhere alone now

spacing out into billboards and picture frames

you don't answer phone calls or emails

you've been in the dark for how long now?


and the smile you once had for me
has fallen into a cold static depression


it's been hard to eat or drink

i have been worried over you

falling into black empty nothing

i wont lose you, not right now

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here i am, let me hold you
what can i do to help?
you've been dead for days
allow me to pull you out from
the prison i built around myself since
the deep grave you flung yourself in
i lost out to formidable violent fame
i just want to let you know
someone has been worried about you
someone is worried about me

as the grit collects around my dead brain and dying heart
i will be with those who have not yet forgotten me

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2005