Again

She's staring out the window again
thinking of her dreams
sweetly daydreaming about who she used to be

her eyes are filled with tears again
but she never lets them fall
if you listen in the dead of night you can hear her ghastly call

she's screaming let me go again
tho no one holds her back
her arms are punching in the air hitting no one at all

she's laying on the floor again
not knowing what she's done
her body is limp and on her neck a rope is tightly wound

she's crying to herself again
and with her very last breath
she whispers into the dark
"there was no holding on left"