Somebody's daughter waiting for the train. One way ticket away from the pain. Who's to know what is not said? Somebody's daughter, always in our head.
Everyone, be quiet. The elephant is in the room. Birth pains never end in the womb. Somebody's flower no longer in bloom.
Looking for color when the sky is gray. Looking for comfort not found in a cliche. Somebody's mother retracing her steps. Somebody's movie on replay.
Say, where do the introverts go? Somebody's mother needs to know.
She's waiting. Negotiating. Bargaining with God.
Faith is either a source of strength or a fraud.
She's sufficating. I'm pontificating. As that train won't stop
Futility is asking the weatherman to make the rain not drop.
Silence. The elephant in the room is about to speak. Somebody's innocense has lost her mystique.
Somebody's mother tangled in a spider's web saving her daughter strangled by the strings of a butterfly's net.
Looking for reason and rationality. This life is just an informality.
She's negotiating. Suffocating.
I'm ponitificating.
The elephant in the room fades into immortality
Say, where do the introverts go? Somebody's mother needs to know.
Somebody's daughter was waiting for the train. One way ticket away from the pain. Consequences, the system's disconnect. Somebody's mother, victim to the trickle down effect.
Suicide.
Why, unindentified.
Somebody's mother waiting for the train. To hitch a ride to the other side.
Just to say I love you one more time.
