She runs from a past of which she is afraid.
She runs into fatal arms,
inhaling all his deadly charms.
Her eyes are frozen shut.
(Her eyes are frozen shut)
There's nothing left to lift her up,
into the air, until she's there,
where she'll be loved forever.
And if you had been there, you would have broken many years ago.
But she grows and she flows,
until the glass is shattered for good.
And then she starts again...
struggling to make it through,
to where she belongs.
Soon she'll breathe again,
and purify the poison that's flowing through her veins.
And her chaos will fade to sane.
Her journey doesn't end...
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