live from the guillotine

Here is stand , screaming my insides out at the setting sun
and as you fall asleep i sit
writing in  bold letters
                 "notice me"
my heart climbs to my throat
Can you hear me?
Did my screams get carried to you on the horizon?
                                     "questions"
                                             "questions"
Push the air out of my lungs
and in this exhoustion my own shadow turns on me,
"you'll never have her, for you are as hollow as glass
and just as fraile"
I start to believe my thoughts will have it out for me
while being my only company
so ill find a comfortable spot against this locked door
                                                                 Praying you're on the other side
For this is the opening scene to the guillotine
                                                                        and baby i think i might just loose my head