Call out
can you hear me...

See this smile
that rests upon my face...

Sister hold your brother
tell him it's okay...

Do you know that waking
I see you everywhere...

My dancing queen
Return to me...

I\'m sitting here
rotting...

Tears have slowly stopped to fall
the screams no longer echo through the hall...

Perfect this, perfect that, you are just this...
Perfect smile, perfect walk, perfect hair and...

The floor creaks
as she walks down the hall...

Rushing through
the thick brush of pain...

The scars fade
Over the stress of time...

The welting flower
her dying soul...