Cover Up

I would wait all day to see your face and I would rot inside,
I came right up to your car and see that damned empty smile,
Messages within built out of sin,
I find myself to be erased,
Talented Nothing wants to be something and so does her great faithful partner,
I touch his hand made out of glass, falling with no anticipation,
Broke out of sight-blaming at night,
And all I can get is that answer,
Screaming my name-blinding my ears, I leave my mind with just one question,
One unfaithful word-one demon I fight and that question is always and why?
Talented Nothing wants to be someone and so does her faithful parner but does he know...
That I'm NOTHING!
Does he know that I'm ROTTING!
Does he know that my NATURAL INSTINCT IS FAILING!
He doesn't help-he just asks me then DUMPS ME!