*Inhale* ..... *Exhale*
She thought she had it handled, hid her madness in the paint
Wore her smile like a mask, but that's a candle at a grave
Of the girl she'd been before all the damage and decay
Before a pattern of mistakes fed that phantom in her brain
That'd trap her in a canvas where the palette is just grey
Where she chased a sense of passion round the gallows in a maze
Where she lost her sense of self, and found sadness and disgrace
Where she drowned her innocence just like a mattress in the rain
Where she learned to let love die, and to massacre with hate
An yet they'd put her on a pedestal, unraveling in place