The poor girl was taken too soon
Why have you done this?

Such an innocent, radiant smile
Washed away by a sickly frown

A frown of not only sickness but pain
An aching, agonizing pain
A pain that you have caused

Why have you done this?
The poor girl was taken too soon

It's such a morbid world out there

Why don't you stay inside,

Where it can get worse?

Time is so hard to take care of and watch after,
It's the perfect illusion that we all would like to reach,
But can't.

A little bit of time is within us all,
However, only we can come out of the time we so desperately want.

Can you hear me?

I'm screaming, I'm falling upon a calling.

Can you hear me?

I'm yelping, I'm grasping upon a trap.

Can you hear me?

Please, please don't let go,
of my darling echo.

My cries I cry are like a song,
A sweet, coded melody;
So right and so wrong.

My pain is dated and weighted and strong,
And it turns my cries into
An enchanting song.

The youthful face of elegance is enchanting

The brave young heart is aching

for something more.


The doorknobs rattle to a dream

A dream leads to a compulsive, sincere

fear.