I once heard of a girl with a lack of muse, a broken heart, a razor, and a noose. Is it true that pain can make someone change? The silence is terrifying. It screams reality. Eventually that girl got back on her feet. Found a refuge in the lyrics, an escape in the beat. That little girl grew up. Knew she had to change. She threw away the razor. Even changed her ******* name. She climbed her way to Sydney Rain. She wont let go of all the pain. To keep a reminder of awful days. To build her up to a better place. She may still have her flaws, hell, call them her dysfunctions. But she built a kingdom all her own, one she wont let crumble.