she says she's happy out on her own
she smiles and tells me she's starting to bloom
but beneath her still voice the monster has grown
it slowly consumes her when she's all alone
ripples and whirlpools surrounding her head
treading the currents the best that she can
but fear is a riptide that pulls from within
she's being slowly sucked under again
a rainbow of colors emptied out on her bed
"i've got a prescription to leave here." she says
and why would you exit with so much to lose
"i hate myself." remains her only excuse
and i've tried to sweep it under the rug
avoiding her questions with only a shrug
and somehow i feel that i am to blame
she has a full house but she's quiting the game
