Who is this girl I see below me who holds this far off stare
She holds no concern for me as I dance through the air
I live in a world of colors far away from pain
I'm not the girl that is constantly trapped inside her own brain
I wander far away in floating fields of cotton
The agony and my blade are long ago forgotten
There is a tugging at my core and I know it's almost time
Her cries pull me back and into her skin I climb.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Who is this girl I see below me who holds this far off stare
She holds no concern for me as I dance through the air
I live in a world of colors far away from pain
I'm not the girl that is constantly trapped inside her own brain
I wander far away in floating fields of cotton
The agony and my blade are long ago forgotten
There is a tugging at my core and I know it's almost time
Her cries pull me back and into her skin I climb.