Grew Some Fangs

If all the world’s a stage, then why does mine got no audience?

If life is just a play, who wrote this stupid monologue?

What’s my next line? Why can’t I play the part

Of protagonist, with direction, purpose and charm?

Am I holding out or holding on?

I grew some fangs, I have gruesome fangs.

I wanna be like you, just to feel like I have a place

Like I’m not wasting time, like I’m fine in any way

These fangs of mine, they bite down and rip apart
Only my tongue, and those with wide open arms.

Am I holding out or holding on?

I grew some fangs, I have gruesome fangs.

“I’m not well, I’m well…you know.

I’m vacant and I’m sort of alone.

These fangs thirst, they know what we've become.
They can't rest til it's undone and we're gone."

(Holes inside my head and chest haven't filled since the day you left.
I won't get to rest until a part of me's already dead.)

Am I holding out or holding on?

I grew some fangs, I have gruesome fangs.