She's a song unsung

She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp

She's a song unsung

and the only white walls of her mind

know what that song sounds like



The pills, the pills

and the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick

cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in

can still bring the razor to the wrist



The TV screens, the magazines

scream at you like the dogs of hell

advertising and advising you to be

anyone but your:

beautiful self



Prince Charming never brought you flowers

just loveless lifetime alone

No roses for you, just unlocked doors

and the deafening silence of your phone



So block your ears, close your eyes

remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the

boring, heartless Hollywood herd of lies that they call

Beautiful



With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,

no heart to let you

The sun can take too long

to end the endless night



I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you

when our hearts begin to scream

"This life can feel too long"



But at night, you're dancing through the pain

even when you're the only one



no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies

but rises with every morning's sun

alone



She dances alone



alone; so beautiful

alone; her own romance

alone; Lady Lazarus' LifeSustaining Dance