She

Gossamer wings reflect and glitter
Reader, see watch the beautiful light
do you see the angel crying?
she always falls, not built for flight

She's burning in the sunshine
and drowning in the rain
crimson red, so beautiful
hatred flowing down the drain

The clock plays little games
or is it all within her mind?
Reader, insanity is beautiful
when the bomb is running out of time

She's screaming out for safety
but pushes all relief away
perhaps she's just a bit sick in her head
but what does it matter when you're lost in grey?

Dying in the desert
but drowning in the sea
she's kicking out and biting
wings striving to burst free

Strangled screams from memories
oh, how easily she broke
fooling the world, Reader
regretful of the words she never spoke

Striving to sparkle in the daylight
and to glow when it grows dark
screaming to hear herself,
how does he see in her a spark?

Black boxes are etched upon her heart
as nonexistent wings begin to tear
she wants to be like the butterflies, lovely
Reader, she dies when they sit and stare

Butterflies fly into darkness
as she turns out the lights within her head
out of your sight, she's out of her mind
but would you care if she was dead?

"Broken this fragile thing now, and I can't, I can't pick up the pieces. And I've thrown my words all around, but I can't, I can't give you a reason."
~Only one- Yellowcard