To Write Love on Her Arms

Her life is a prison
Cause she lives in her mind
Where smiles and love
Are considered a crime.
She dreams of acting out,
Of doing something wrong,
But all she needs is hope
To Write Love on Her Arms.
Her favorite color is blue
But nobody knows;
And her soul keeps breaking
But she never slows.
She hums this old tune
Of this sad, slow song,
Wishing someone would walk by
To Write Love on Her Arms.
She's stuck on autopilot,
Living the same old routine.
She wakes up, she sleeps
and does nothing in between.
Her life is so safe;
She never causes any harm,
But all she really wants is
To Write Love on Her Arms.
She breaks down the walls
And sets the place on fire.
She's finally going after
Everything she desires.
She's never going back
Even if you sound the alarm,
Because she's finally able
To Write Love on Her Arms.