Infection is the Cure
Infection is the Cure
The stars looming in her eyes couldn’t fake her disguise
A disguise of fairies and princesses,
Of little girl dreams, and pony schemes.
As each second past, darkening the looking glass
Fogging the image she wanted to be
Crashing and thrashing the dreams of crowns and gowns
This isn’t a story of dreams forgotten
But of dreams being flattened
Living only the life they want you to live
Isn’t life she wants to give.
Can she give in to this evil twin?
Or to the second hand of things such as strong wind
Pushing up the stream of peers and public scenes
Making a ball of dancing crash in to the wall of fancy
Tossing it on the waves of others,
Though theirs constantly modify after being analyzed
In this instance, it is never too soon, for defiance begins to bloom
As this masquerade begins to swoon the night without a boom
As this faith in then the unseen begins to well up
These men with wings pull their swords sharpened by her belief
They collide with the unseen you can’t see
She stands sticking out like the sun at high noon
The glances try to pierce right through her
But the chances are lost for her infection is the cure
The end is not for me to tell
But for you to choose
A story of being forgotten once again?
Or to prevail as an island from the sea
Loneliness is a given
But not from the one in Heaven
The stars looming in her eyes couldn’t fake her disguise
A disguise of fairies and princesses,
Of little girl dreams, and pony schemes.
As each second past, darkening the looking glass
Fogging the image she wanted to be
Crashing and thrashing the dreams of crowns and gowns
This isn’t a story of dreams forgotten
But of dreams being flattened
Living only the life they want you to live
Isn’t life she wants to give.
Can she give in to this evil twin?
Or to the second hand of things such as strong wind
Pushing up the stream of peers and public scenes
Making a ball of dancing crash in to the wall of fancy
Tossing it on the waves of others,
Though theirs constantly modify after being analyzed
In this instance, it is never too soon, for defiance begins to bloom
As this masquerade begins to swoon the night without a boom
As this faith in then the unseen begins to well up
These men with wings pull their swords sharpened by her belief
They collide with the unseen you can’t see
She stands sticking out like the sun at high noon
The glances try to pierce right through her
But the chances are lost for her infection is the cure
The end is not for me to tell
But for you to choose
A story of being forgotten once again?
Or to prevail as an island from the sea
Loneliness is a given
But not from the one in Heaven