I'm tired and twisted, barely breathing, buried in the dark. Don't be concerned that's just the power of a broken soul .
How good am I hiding it? Still standing able, more than able cause I'm a warrior at heart.
A sweet little lullaby to sooth the mind. I'm screaming on the inside. Can you hear me?
The revolt of a fallen angel. Rebelling against her demons.
A mind that belongs in an asylum, she's gone insane and lost her mind
A blurry vision of what is unclear and cannot be seen, frightens her all the time...