I cannot crush the memories framed underneath my bed
I have not yet broken glass - have not burned the name instead
Fake sweetness written with false grace
Is glued and steady in its place

Indifference is a goal of mine
Wounds that will not heal with time

Stella
Girl with no chance of being real
Stella
Fought to find a doorway to anywhere
Stella
She is gone. She never was.
She is done. Never begun.
Stella

There's a soul trapped on paper
It'll never come up, pressed down so hard
The colors are brilliant
But the ideas are dark
I've held it in check
To save until a later moment

But the time has come to move on
And what do I do with this bleeding heart?

Stella
Scribbled on a sign-post, crossed out in shame
Stella
Is the memory no one wants to name
Stella
Misheard, misunderstood.
You'd forget her if you could.
Stella

Burn it, toss it, tear it, cut it, leave it in the rain.
Post it out in public and let them read the names.
Fold, rip, repeat. No one needs to know.
Shoot it through with holes and then
Let it go.

Stella
On the other end of the phone that never rings
Stella
Has forgotten all the pleasant things
Stella
Always attached and never free.
She is dead. At least to me.
Stella

Stella