The girl's dreams died along with her memory,
she vanished amoung the rotting wooden floorboards.
So blinded by blood and tears she couldn't see,
The comedy and tragedy of death's awards.
In her clouded vision fields grew cold,
And secrets lie within misery's grasp...
She's still choking on words half-told.
Here life merely someone else's memory lapse.
The broken home still stands on the street.
But her soul and memory are for no one to touch.
Patiently waiting for someone to free her soul,
She'd never needed anything so much.
The life she believed to have led took it's tole.
Thoughts of what she once had,
To memories of what she never knew,
until such thoughts finally drove her mad,
The memories now all lie so askew.
She cries for her lost happiness,
The love she could never find,
So tired of thinking of this,
Joy remaines to be too blind.
The blood that once ran through her veins,
now lies long since dried upon the wall.
Always enjoyed small burning pains.
Lost her fear early on of any fall.
Lonely cries into the night,
cause no one's by her sides,
growing cold with deep fright,
alone in the house she resides...
Her second thoughts lay in forget-me-nots,
In this fairy tale of her life,
In her very simple last thoughts,
she lived in love with a knife.
But there's no rest in her isolation,
The solitude always shines stronger,
No more need for a confrontation.
and in pain the scar grows longer.
She lived alone and in death that remains,
The sounds of her death unheard,
Through well thought out long refrains,
Dancing to the unspoken word.
In death she left on tragedy,
To move on to a greater sin.
Her life a comical parody.
Another loss from within.
Burn in the water to drown in the fire,
Her death came with 1000 spades,
A burning incense of deep desire,
'another one for the razorblades'
She lived so blindly,
for the razor's embrace.
Never in her right mind,
a life to sad to deface.
(repeat twice...fading second time to whisper)