The colourless hands.
Alone she balances on this rope,
each step is the same as the last.
Time and time again,
she ends up where she began.
She's moving obliviously,
in a circle that doesn't exist to the world.
Shadows of dreams enclose around her tattered dress,
her mind creates illusions that even she cannot pass.
The colourless hands reach for her,
trying to pull her down, the rope becomes a blur.
A pill is what she needs,
the lithium, assuring her she'd breathe.
But why step away from all she remembers?
Why drop the burden, the fears to hands that lure her?
They're not the good guys, they're the demons.
The drug is not an escape,
it'll make no difference tonight.
It's what she needs, that pill they speak of.
But it'll take away the beauty,
it'll try to make things right.
There's no desire burning to be normal again,
she's embraced the unsightly side, she's started her life again.
The girl pushes her visions as far as they can go,
she wishes to be free of them, she needs them no more.
The drug, it reappears,
calling her name.
It says, I'll make it all better,
it whispers, I'll end the pain.
Her smirk now plays, as she gropes the rope.
Barely hanging on, it's time to let go.
You were never the cure, she laughs at it's effort,
you are the last thing I fear, with that the rope breaks.
The colourless hands no longer reach for the girl,
they've got what they wanted.
The colourless hands are no where in sight,
the circle nonexistent to the world has vanished.
each step is the same as the last.
Time and time again,
she ends up where she began.
She's moving obliviously,
in a circle that doesn't exist to the world.
Shadows of dreams enclose around her tattered dress,
her mind creates illusions that even she cannot pass.
The colourless hands reach for her,
trying to pull her down, the rope becomes a blur.
A pill is what she needs,
the lithium, assuring her she'd breathe.
But why step away from all she remembers?
Why drop the burden, the fears to hands that lure her?
They're not the good guys, they're the demons.
The drug is not an escape,
it'll make no difference tonight.
It's what she needs, that pill they speak of.
But it'll take away the beauty,
it'll try to make things right.
There's no desire burning to be normal again,
she's embraced the unsightly side, she's started her life again.
The girl pushes her visions as far as they can go,
she wishes to be free of them, she needs them no more.
The drug, it reappears,
calling her name.
It says, I'll make it all better,
it whispers, I'll end the pain.
Her smirk now plays, as she gropes the rope.
Barely hanging on, it's time to let go.
You were never the cure, she laughs at it's effort,
you are the last thing I fear, with that the rope breaks.
The colourless hands no longer reach for the girl,
they've got what they wanted.
The colourless hands are no where in sight,
the circle nonexistent to the world has vanished.