The Dream of the Lost

She sits alone
Dreaming that someday
Someone will come
To get her out of this hell

But a dream is all it will be

Her dreams are like so many others
Who just want to be free
They are tired of acting
Of trying to be brave

But a dream is all it will be

Everyday she smiles
While the blood runs down her wrist
And the tears flow from her eyes
With a smile grazing her lips

But a dream is all it will be

That night her lover found her
In a bathtub full of blood
The razor was by her side
Her body cut to shreds

But a dream is all it will be