Trapped, I've come to be
In the movie of my life...

She is unlike any other
With her silky blonde hair pulled tight...

In this place that she calls home
She is a stranger...

Loneliness, my blanket
A comfort...

The words in their hearts
Burn their mouths...

Broken red lipstick
Draws a cracked heart on my bed...

Pretty death
Wheels around...

She's a paradox
a perfect balance between everything...

She lies, pushed back against a bed.
Hear her cries and know her pain...

It's the feel of your skin
Fingertips grazing my hand...

It's like driving down the dark and winding road
Far past your bedtime...

Parading around
With your white rose...