Little colored lights
dotting the world below...

Oh, tragic comedies,
over before they can start...

Black and white lines,
colors disappear...

She's slipping under
reach for her hand...

Oh, these beautiful words
carved across her skin...

She sits in a white room
stares at the walls...

Why can't you love me
it's so unfair...

Tornado realities
spinning out of control...

Sure, her art's a different kind
but she's breaking from her shell...

Sweet dreams burning through the air
can you taste them on your tongue...

Stronger than perceived to be,
even when she's a bleeding mess...

Oh, lovely spring rain,
realistic chill in the air...