Just, random words... Nothing Speial. Move Along.
There's no love lost for the souls of the hopeless.
She opens her eyes and sees only her own depression.
They ask what's wrong but all they get is silence.
They get mad, and sheer apathy is all they find.
She doesn't really know what's wrong with her.
All she wants is the immortal kiss of Freedom.
But all she gets is the chains of the world.
Chains, so barbed and grating that everything.
But to give up hurts like the stabbing of knives.
But she fights on, even in this pain, this torment.
For what she loves, is what causes her so much pain.
Yet she bears it, the anger still covered by her adoration.
A false lying smile to cover the true heart of the pain.
Days go by, and still her closest friend is her jailer.
Keeping lock on everything that could bring her peace.
Such a beautifully crafted, destroyed, abandoned cage.
But yet, she says nothing, keeping it all to herself.
For to explain would take to long and fall on deaf ears.
And the sins laid bare, would shatter them apart forever.
Care and Affection are guillotines, that keep us holding on.
When what we need is to cut the noose and run away from it all.
But we willingly stand and take our own executions.
For in the end, without the pain, the pleasure would cease.
So she keeps her smile, though it's as opaque as water.
Easily seen through yet enough to hide the core.
No one knows why she is crying.
They only know she always will, just like before.
She opens her eyes and sees only her own depression.
They ask what's wrong but all they get is silence.
They get mad, and sheer apathy is all they find.
She doesn't really know what's wrong with her.
All she wants is the immortal kiss of Freedom.
But all she gets is the chains of the world.
Chains, so barbed and grating that everything.
But to give up hurts like the stabbing of knives.
But she fights on, even in this pain, this torment.
For what she loves, is what causes her so much pain.
Yet she bears it, the anger still covered by her adoration.
A false lying smile to cover the true heart of the pain.
Days go by, and still her closest friend is her jailer.
Keeping lock on everything that could bring her peace.
Such a beautifully crafted, destroyed, abandoned cage.
But yet, she says nothing, keeping it all to herself.
For to explain would take to long and fall on deaf ears.
And the sins laid bare, would shatter them apart forever.
Care and Affection are guillotines, that keep us holding on.
When what we need is to cut the noose and run away from it all.
But we willingly stand and take our own executions.
For in the end, without the pain, the pleasure would cease.
So she keeps her smile, though it's as opaque as water.
Easily seen through yet enough to hide the core.
No one knows why she is crying.
They only know she always will, just like before.