This time, she tries not to look down,
But again, she fails with a big frown...

A deserted world of her emotions,
This lifeless landscape has decaying notions...

Each time he defies himself,
The overwhelming pain gets tighter...

So silent, so still, she sits and waits.
Getting drenched from the rain...

She sees in black and white,
But dreams in color...

Endless smoke is all she can see,
A vapor so dense, she can barely breathe...

Sitting by the window
Looking out at the sky...

Running scared through the dark woods,
The hunter has become the hunted...

She feels sick with death,
All her failures are colliding as one...

So beautiful and radiant,
It bathes the skyline with natural art...

Sitting in an uncomfortable chair,
Knowing that no body cares...

Her face hides away her uneasiness,
Her secret life she hopes she left behind...