Inside she's screaming.

Silently sitting in the darkness of the evening.
Trying to find rhythem of these words... with a meaning.
Sulking over what had happend, why she's still not seeing.
Sitting in the silence, but inside shes screaming.

The stillness of this silence is quick with a planned corse.
With no time to be happy, she's living in remorse.
Although she may escape... when she's sleeping or she's dreaming.
But dreams don't last forever, and inside, she's still screaming.

Needing to find her own way out, she can't take this anymore.
Needing her own happiness - to forget this place that becomes before.
She smiles as she cuts her wrists in a vertical angle -
She'll grin, she knows you wont forget this cursed fallen angel.