Dream on dreamerAnd then she grew up,..
drank from death's cup.
She feels ashamed,..
but He is the one to be blamed,..
after she was the one framed,..
now she hangs from the wall of the unnamed,..
waiting to be reclaimed,..
waiting to be tamed,..
waiting to feel unashamed.
Hanging from death's wall,..
she feels so small,..
as she starred down the hall,..
the darkness making her skin crawl.
This crime scene,..
of your little sweetheart queen,..
she was only fourteen,..
when you became so mean,..
you left her heart unclean,..
but now she is eighteen,..
still just another broken teen,..
addicted to her computer screen,..
obsessed with the obscene,..
living on caffeine,..
she is the unseen,..
turning into a machine,..
that has been created,..
by the overrated,..
Her life is being debated,..
Her death is being dated,..
She is being awaited,..
She is being hated,..
Her body feels vacated,..
My heart is like a beachMy heart is like a sandy beach,..
everyday people comes walking in the sand,..
leaving only their footprints behind,..
but i wash away those prints,..
like they never existed.
Some people walks on my beach,..
and discovers that my heart is in a bad condition.
My once beautiful beach has been destroyed,..
and is now in ruins,..
they run away,..
wanting nothing to do with me ever again,..
i wash their footprints away forever.
Friends come every now and then,..
to see if i still exist,..
they have tried to help me heal,..
they have tried to change me,..
tried to mend my broken heart,..
but they don't know how,..
so they leave my lonely beach once again,..
i wash their footprints away.
I am the ocean,..
but i am so lonely.
People give up,..
not knowing how to fix me,..
so i suffer in the crashing of my own pain,..
this loneliness is stretching into oblivion.
But i feel hope,..
as i feel your feet walking gently over my sand,..
you keep walking deeper,..
and deeper onto my beach.
The warm s
Broken clocksChained together,..
Enduring this bad weather.
Hand in hand,..
Through this forbidden land,..
Crawling through the scorching desert sand.
Together through this raging storm,..
Just us against this swarm...
But we're getting there,..getting warm.
Almost to the promised land,..
It will be just like we planned.
What its like to be banned.
But darling don't you cry,..
Let me wipe away those tears,..
And save you from your fears.
Look into my eyes,..
hear my lonely cries.
We suffered through the same pain,..
stumbled through the same rain.
Soaked to the bone,..
waiting for the unknown.
Slipping slowly into the dark,..
We can escape,..
Find a new shape.
Each wear a red cape.
But we will never be fully free,..
As we dig this hole under the tree,..
We have to agree,..
That we are bound to the sea,..
And will never again drink any tea.
This is a issue of decree,..
Can't change the past,..
Can't stop being harassed.