The night slightly hushed by the nocturnal lullaby
The ground wet from the remains of rain
The slanted hills that roll along the land
I sleep there with eyes wide open
I weep to the flowers that drop their heads in pity
I weep to the grass that ebbs in the breeze
A death of someone close, so close to me
That death was me
I died
And now I've lost my way home
Stuck between the world I knew and the one I learn
The girl I used to be
A phantom in a frosted mirror
Asleep inside this imposter
Chained inside a disguise
A nightmare all to real
The trees bow before my tears
The songs grow louder
Crescendoing
Until I lay still