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 heard 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' Life-Sustaining Dance