She spends her time lost in her words
Drowning helplessly in her own little world
Pull out the sharpy
Smell the toxicity
Wipe the water clear with a bold black line
Erase the entire memory from your mind
She's a sharpy harpy
She blots out history one word at a time
Fooling herself into buying into her lie
Pull out the shapry
Sense the lucidity
The void of ink rips a gapping hole on the page
The price of rewritting history sits in idle rage
She's a sharpy harpy
She changes her view on a daily basis
But the marks she leaves are trapped in stasis
Throw down the sharpy
Find some humility
Over editting her life until it's a facade
An empty existance without the meaning it had