With broken wings she falters among mistakes that she has made
the lipstick leaves cold smudges and the mascara starts to fade
dreams have all just shattered like glass in unforeseen bliss
but still her lungs breathe air though she has nothing yet to miss
theres nights she feels ashamed and everything is just too much
she cannot bare a smile or let alone a touch
but still she goes on living with one escape in mind
to play her dear old violin that keeps her sane and kind
the notes they never leave her, but blend to hidden white
each time she plays her violin it gives them quite a fright
but they keep their mouths shut and she keeps her veins open to sing a song they'll never hear
of death and pain and all thats lost when the truth becomes so clear
oh but never will she forget like they so easily do
and somehow it all comforts her, allows her to get through
despite the shame and shock of strangers, she does not see it as a sin
each time she plays her heart sings and she feels hope rise within
most can closely relate to her actions but never quite comprehend
how with each stroke she feel better through the notes that she sends
still they tell her to be stronger but she ignores this claimed wit
among the fallen tear drops their bruises don't quite fit
so when all she hears is silence despite her will to scream
she'll play her dear old violin and live her life as a dream
