Her eyes show no life
but still sparkle in abhor...
Sometimes,
sometimes she wishes she couldn't...
She was the apple of her daddy's eye
She was his favourite from the start...
Why do I sit here,
Days on end...
In the morning we don't speak,
In the night, we don't speak...
There she stands,
a tragic beauty, only enhanced...
Daddy dont go
I\'ll do anything, so...
Little girl looks so pale
Humming a sweet lullaby...
(these tears like rain won't come again
today i promise it will stop to an end...
She sits at the bar upon the stool
Sipping away her pain...
So pale, translucent
And she stands, still proud...
I cant look back without tears
or the thought of throwing up...