Huddled on a sofa,

In the midst of a darkening room,

Singing, singing softly,

Awaiting the enclosing gloom.

Bitten nails smothered black,

Shirt screaming 'Rock On,'�

Long black hair and apple-white skin,

The body's here, but the soul's long gone.

Tapping pencil on paper,

Wondering 'where is this love?'�

Aching for him and dying for him,

The angel from above.

Twisted thoughts, trying to fight without him,

Long sleeves to hide the slashes on her wrists,

Singing the song to help her escape,

But gradually losing the gist.

She likes to walk in the pouring rain,

So he can't see her tears,

She's losing control,

She's living in her worst fears.

Feeling so wrong,

When everything should be so right,

Abandoned songbird,

Crash-landed from a height.

Cracking apart inside,

Singing to get away from the pain,

He's broken her heart,

This hurt drives her insane.

Who is this girl she sees in her reflection,

Hurting and crying and dying,

Asking, begging, to make the pain go,

Too tired to keep trying.

Reflected in grey eyes,

Songbird singing in her shattered heart,

Losing her voice from singing,

Her act's over, she's played her final part.