She'll talk and beg him for hours
But it just goes in one ear and out the other
When will they learn to discover, anything, but most importantly each other
She hates haunting reappearances of others,
The people he claims as brothers
Hide your head in shame Sally
You don't need any other lovers
They see her as beautiful, even under her make-up mask
That mask is filling her confidence up a little too fast,
Then, at last, It eats her head
To be silent is to be dead
But death would also be to say the things she hasn't said
Her fear of dying constantly complying with her fear to live
In limbo, unable to forgive pasts judgement and present enemies
Those who left her wounded with no apologies
She runs to the dark where she feels more at home
Moonlight kisses her wounds in the night in the fields alone
Stuffing stardust in her pocket
Wanting them to make her one of their own
Silence shaking her eyes and making up hallucinatory lies
Figures are moving in and she's in the pit of her soul
Wallowing in the dark that rots her insides
So many secrets she chooses which to share and which to hide
How can a girls so rare, so rebellious, so tainted that she's pure ever become so unsure?
If no one starts listening, we'll loose her for sure.
