F a l l e n A n g e l;

(ComeToMe)

S h o w her things,

She cannot see.


L o s t in silence;

As the [words] slip her mouth.

SCREAMING.

But _nothing_ comes out.

(No sound)

No whisper.

She's just never good enough.


D r e a m s fade;

As r e a l i t y steeps in.

[Trapped] in her own i n s a n i t y

Trying to hold on;

But there is no hope.

One \ m o r e \ thought,

And she's going to choke


S l i p p i n g A w a y into the darkness of her m i n d.

Please god, show her a \ sign\