Don't let the silver be your lullaby,
Don't depend on that silencer...

Every morning's a constant hassel;
As they wait to be rescued...

Melted liquid chocolate,
like oil in water, stained on the edge...

Corners of her gental lips rise at each end.
The creases around her chapped mouth...

A hill away from home,
All innocence will soon be lost...

The sun rose just to greet her grin,
The heat filled rays embrace her porcelin face...

Bruises line her body evenly,
not an inch was missed...

She's walking forward.
Never looking back, she proceeds...

His smell still lingers here.
His hand has faded from hers...

She's just another girl.
Trying to figure out the world...

She knew people who did,
she never thought she would...

We could just go deep inside our heads,
make ourselves invisible from overhead and figure...