broken wing ii Lyrics

She spent her days picking petals off the newest flowers

Favorite hobby, cause she didn't like the thought of beauty

Favorite smell was that of the rain crashing on the concrete

It brought her back to times when love was worth pursuing

Swear she's

Living life inside a horror movie that she never saw

And on the daily, one she wished to forget

Terrified of past actions

Mortified by the lack of love received by anybody that she contacted

It was all lacking

Time, hugs, talks, peace

And having faith in hearts of people she passed

Had been dealt a deck of cards that Gambit couldn't have thrown at her

A sad stasis she couldn't retract

But still she tried to fit the puzzle pieces

Problematic, addict at its best

Known defeatist, reaper winning

Feeling stable, painted with stable bristles

Cradled inhibitions, got the tables turning

Aimless venting caused a pair of normal activities, to feel paranormal

Never formal in the proximity of her favorite journal

Spilling of feelings is what most of it hides

The other part is trying to figure where most of her died

Still hoped to rely; on the passionate love of younger self

She'd reminisce a bit to become as jubilant as she felt in past

A pseudonym when public person asked

The only thing that was left was a name that she didn't have