Call her crazy because she has dreams.
Call her psycho because her arm says more than...
She was never the type to let anything get to her.
Never the type who cared what anyone thought...
Tell me all your thoughts about the
stars that fill the moon lit skies...
She thought she could stop
chewing down pill after pill...
Everyone tells me that i need to forgive.
That all the pain in me must go...
When I close my eyes, will they remain shut?
A passage of time, feeling in the gut...
OK here's the thing I'm not sure how this will...
So i wake in the morning ready for the world...
I am but a subtle winged spirit
crafted by fatherly hands...
I've never felt so alone,
so deeply darkly dead...
I wandered through the bitter cold
In search of your warm eyes...
In this winter world,
Sits one little girl...
I'm drowning inside
in a pool of my pain...