Long brown hair like the one in my dreams. The one with no face but she sings. Voice like an angel, she\'s frail at the seams. I wish I could save her, but instead I just watch as she bleeds.
She needs my attention, she wants my disease. \"It\'s not mine to give\" as I fall to my knees.
This mind I was given is fragile at best. I feel like it\'s broken......she thinks it\'s a beautiful mess.
She picks up the pieces and piles them up, not even a thank you but she doesn\'t give up.
Patient she waits, it\'s all about me. It\'s time now angel, please.... go and be free.