Mirabelle Skipworth - The Narrator

The scene starts in a bathroom
Someone's crying on the floor
Bless those who sit on this cold tile
And don't care if there's an ear to the door

They said prepare for something greater
As if greater always feels good
Greater is the lukewarm bathtub
As a opposed to this chilly floor

If I weren't the narrator of my own demise
Would other people's turmoil still be a big surprise
Oh no I'm a hypocrite
Saying things like you'll get through this
Saying things like you'll benefit from this again

The scene is in front of the bathroom mirror
The reflection an unreliable thought
Is this what they were saying
When they said remember what you were taught

Hands were under running water
Baptism by liquid fire
Is this the kind of judgement
That's required to keep someone alive

If I weren't the narrator of my own demise
Would other people's turmoil still be a big surprise
Oh no I'm a hypocrite
Saying things like you'll get through this
Saying things like you'll benefit from this again

If I weren't the narrator of my own demise
Would other people's turmoil still be a big surprise
Oh no I'm a hypocrite
Saying things like you'll get through this
Saying things like you'll benefit from this again
Oh no I'm a hypocrite
Saying things like you're meant for this
Saying things like it's different this time

If I weren't the narrator of my own demise
Would other people's turmoil still be a big surprise
Oh no I'm a hypocrite

Written by:
Mirabelle Skipworth

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