She has a heart purer than gold
Purer than any other element in the periodic table.
She's like platinum, but she's far much better than a noble element.
She's different but they'll never know


She has dreams of changing the world.‎
Dreams of making it better.‎
Ambitions of allowing her art to express herself.
In simple terms she believes in seeing the light where there's darkness,
And hopes to show it to the world.
But I don't think they'll ever see it

Lately she's been broken.
She's been showing a whole lot of darkness, anger and pain.
She's been drowning in hard liquor 
Getting smashed on strong drugs
Playing around for a good ****.

Her once so smooth innocent voice
Has become sultry, infiltrated with malicious tendencies meant to make one weak at the knees.
Make one ready for a good ****.
She needs the pain out.

"I'm broken kid", she takes a long drag from her stick.
"I know", I sigh

She saved me.
But how do I save her
When she lost herself saving me.