In the darkest of nights
I sang a woeful hymn...
We grew up in a place
Full of fakes and lies...
Lets go for a ride
a harmless little spin...
Silence, it lingers and hangs within the air;
blocking the sound waves that travel without...
If you know the name of this form, please tell me...
Everyone always talks about
How they want to find their knight...
Standing with mascara running down her face,
She looks to herself in the mirror, a pitiful...
She's beautiful and glamorous
Filled with fortune and fame...
Pencils.
Perfectly aligned with beauty...
Let us sing an anthem that will arise
The unwanted thoughts of burgundy dreams...
Wanting a change
in this world...
People are insecure and naive
Constantly doubting what others think...