pop the cork pour the champagne

i'm slipping from my grasp
i've lost touch with myself and i'm not sure i care that i'm dying inside
i'm not sure anyone notices
smiling popping pills smiling popping bottles smiling
eyes glazed glassy frosted fake and smiling
the core turning changing breaking down rotting slightly so my mood stinks
but my hair is still cute my outfit still turns heads
poshly drifting floating away
empty in the middle cause the space i want him to fill he can't see past her
smiling as he holds me in her absence
smiling as he sweetly climbs on me
planting kisses on my frosted cheeks
popping pills smiling
and maybe just maybe i'll stop caring
smiling pop the cork pour the champagne
smiling he whispers dirty lil nothings
smiling she walks in and evil eyes me and my glass flavored eye turns careless
and i'm smiling
what the fuck does it matter in the end anyway