She's an angel in the wings
A devil in your dreams
A scream from beneath
The bed
She's the storm that stole the sun
The floor you woke up on
After a night of heavy
Thinking
A night spent awake, sweating still
As your fingertips fumbled
For a way to kill the alarm
She's spent a life asleep, praying that
The nightmares would cease
That she'd be free to dream
She's a lunatic's asylum and
Just as crazy as the company
She keeps
She's a funeral for logic, a
User on her last legs
After a night of heady
Dreaming
A night awake, silently waiting for
Everyone to fall asleep
That you may leave lying
Peacefully, she's a life to dream
And you've only these quiet hours
To abstain from the painful reality
She's the sketch behind the painting
Wondering when she'll find
Someone to appreciate her
She's a lover in the lion's den
A queen that hid beneath a servant's dress
'Til it was worn so thin, she had nothing 'cept
Her beauty left.
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