My fangs grow purple with perseverance
my heart cold with melancholy
I have tried and tried to be one with the crowd
and my glass slippers shrunk in the rain.
We were bosom buddies once
but I grew old and and grew quiet
I broke your vase and you lost my number
I am alone in the dark heaven outside your door
My Fangs grow brown and rust in exile
something gnaws at my lifeboat
Loneliness begets loneliness
and happiness however false, friends.