She's a song unsung
She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp
She's a song unsung
and the only white walls of her mind
know what that song sounds like
The pills, the pills
and the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick
cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in
can still bring the razor to the wrist
The TV screens, the magazines
scream at you like the dogs of hell
advertising and advising you to be
anyone but your:
beautiful self
Prince Charming never brought you flowers
just loveless lifetime alone
No roses for you, just unlocked doors
and the deafening silence of your phone
So block your ears, close your eyes
remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the
boring, heartless Hollywood herd of lies that they call
Beautiful
With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,
no heart to let you
The sun can take too long
to end the endless night
I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you
when our hearts begin to scream
"This life can feel too long"
But at night, you're dancing through the pain
even when you're the only one
no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies
but rises with every morning's sun
alone
She dances alone
alone; so beautiful
alone; her own romance
alone; Lady Lazarus' LifeSustaining Dance