The time is passing by
and I see it in your eyes.
You're left distant,
no passion in your cries.
These building walls can't be burnt,
and their too tall to climb.
Happiness isn't learnt
when you don't know how to shine.
The innocent are always the first to hurt;
White is always vulnerable to dirt.
Stained and ugly the world takes you whole,
You're a pretty little mess turning cold.
Figures dancing inside your head
Edging you insane.
With nothing to break your fall,
You're losing again.
Waiting for aid to heal the wounds,
For love in some form.
But the scars keep bleeding
And your flesh still torn.
The innocent are always the first to hurt;
White is always vulnerable to dirt.
Stained and ugly the world takes you whole,
You're a pretty little mess turning cold.
Dear girl, with a heart enslaved,
You're still waiting to be saved.
Count down the time to the zero
But you're waiting, for a fallen hero...
