When the leaves turn and the moon breaks apart,I look at your face and don't know where to start.
A Foolish dreamer who lived in a tower held together by her dreams, but nothing is ever as it seems as time stumbled by, her dreams fell from the sky.
Reality caught her by surprise and exposed it's ugly lies, and a once hopeful soul was forced to live in disguise.
Her world grew unforgiving and cold, as she questioned all she was ever told.
A fragile heart filled with nothing but despair, shattered at the slightest scare.
As months turned into weeks and weeks into days so began the second phase, that left her body broken and her mind a drunken haze.
She lived for the wicked games,that set her world to flames creating pleasure from others misery,for each broken heart she claimed victory.
It's a work of art the way she plays her part, just another clone paralyzed Floating from one moment to another, her heart ice cold she dose as she's told.
At the end of the day wishing to dream the night away,but the sandman won't come out to play.
watching as time is washed away and the night surrenders to the day, she knew behind her endless pain was the truth her heart couldn't accept, she was just a lonely being trying to connect.