4 am and I've lost my way to your room
I'm only half alive...

The air is still
his breath staining air...

Through the rabbit hole
down to wonderland...

Fingers wound between hers
but etched in her arm is his name that she can't...

Her dress is as black as her teary eyes
her wrists as red as the rose she holds...

Dripping ink from the letters on her arms
Ashely tell me not again...

~~if anyone wants to here it, they can ask. I'm...
well my dear...

She bleeds such beautiful blood
the drugs don't work anymore...

Alice thinks she's ugly
thinks she's way too fat...

Skin like porcelain
with demon eyes...

No more heartbeats
no more breath...

How many days has it been?
weeks, months, years, only dreams...