Sometimes she cries
sometimes she screams...

Wanting to feel
but sedated my dramatics...

A million reasons on the tongue
for such 3 simple words...

Ordinary days
dark nights in may...

Her face is made of plastic
body made of stone...

I think about you all the time
you won't escape my mind...

Her tender touch like acid to your skin
but still you love this so called perfect girl...

Will you sing me a song tonight?
one of the moon, the stars, the light...

Broken eyes, please don't cry
you're so pretty, so pretty...

Away from the man you've grown fearful of
away from the demon you've slept with...

The hospital sheets stained violent red
but it's too late at night for this hospital scene...

She dances through the thunder
splashes through the rain...