Untitled for now.

by rolo Thu 20 Aug 2009, 12:09 am

i'm really scared to post this.

She waits for the right time to speak what's on her mind
Even though the truth is far out of sight.
And now she puts on lipstick to hide the evidence.
She makes despair look so glamorous.
She yearns to go back to the womb, where she belongs
Where fear and panic have no meaning at all
And the steady beat of drums is ever so soothing, it's like she's dreaming.

~Chorus
She makes despair look so glamorous with her eyes red
And she's pulling her eyelashes one by one,
dreaming of the sun,
Singing, I want to go back to chasing fireflies under hot summer skies.

The doctors cover up the scars with medications and encouraging words,
Thinking they'll never hear from her again.
But the lies are like swords, sharp and shimmering they are,
But like a gleaming star, they tire out until they lose their shine.

~Chorus

She waits for the right time to speak what's on her mind
Even though the truth is far out of sight.