The devastated people are
the seemingly happiest of all
but what happens if the fall
will they have gone down far?

Who's to say the sad
are the ones with the broken
hearts and souls wide open?

If a person is hurt
how can they pretend to be
so freaking lively and happy
yet be treated like dirt?

Well every single day
she puts on a huge smile
but it only lasts a while,
but has she ever been okay?

She is ever so fair
the beautiful kind of pale
her heart is for sale
and she has long dark hair.

Every morning she'll wake
with bright red eyes,
cause every night she cries,
but she'll smile for her sake.

She hides all she can
so they won't be able to see
the her without any glee,
though she doesn't have a single fan.

Walking down the lane
not one ray of light
with herself she must fight
to try and forget the pain.

Her goal is to lose,
to lose herself in
the world hidden within
and live in the blues.

But of course that's not it,
never will that be the story
and the world won't say sorry;
maybe for life she's just not fit.

Is this going to end,
will she continue to bleed,
will she get all that she needs
or for death will she fend.

Will she ever meet
somebody to love for real
or is that something she won't feel,
what fate will she greet?

The air is crisp and cool,
ebony and silver are the sky
hearts and souls long to fly
the ground is painted in crimson drool.

Where is she now?
Who is she anyway?
Oh it's that Madison Rene'
I see why death's her vow.