Does it ever mean a thing

  • Does, does it ever mean a thing..

    While you stare at yourself..

    Looking at all the change...

     

    Pursuit in madness, spiraling backwards/ into the past...

    They told you , what you needed to do...

    But you always knew you would /never/ last...

     

    It's all up to you , what you wanna do..

    It's like dancing in a parade of the living dead..

    with your Popped out eyes and half blown off  head.....

    You just are playing follow the leader off the nearest cliff...

     

    Does, does it mean a thing when I look between the shower door and the other side...

    The panel of special glass, where you can safely hide...

    You know does matter of what noises I make as creep inside..

    While your children at play...

    You are in the bath, after a long night and a harmful day...

     

    Does it really matter of I take your gun out from under your bed..

    To scope myself out, while you hear the noise of the round firing off..

    You run out not even dressed to see the kids have made a mess...

    leading to your bedroom where I did the deed...

     

    Does it really matter what I do?

    Is it really even up to me anymore..?

     Then you see my lifeless body laying there..

    You don't remember I was your house keeper for the longest time..

    Scoping the place out to see if could sweep all the dirt and grime ...

     

    Does it matter i found what you didn't hide very well...?

    Does it matter that  your kids are horrified and so are you?

    Do you remember when I made some jokes about the  maid who committed suicide...?

    it was me trying to hide..

    The mask I hid behind is now spewed  acrossed your floor..?

    But it's your problem now, and  never will be mine anymore