She falls asleep every night and sees reality
After walking through a predictable daydream.
She weaves apart things that have gone unsaid
She waves aside emotions she can't hope to understand.
With torch in hand each morning she walks through windows
Pursued by monsters that slowly eat away her false happiness
Leaving her in empty sleep to repeat this cycle again.
Now, before she sleeps, she waits for her spirit to crawl back
Drenched in blood and tears, soaked in wine and battery acid
Her spirit will someday crawl back and beg for forgiveness.
It's forgiveness she lacks, for she can never forgive herself
For turning her back on reality, for forgetting sensiblity
And insisting on living in this "perfect world" that she's created for herself
This hallucination of wonderland that's pulled her to the ground.
At twenty minutes past midnight she realizes the truth.
She sits and cries a thousand tears, like meteors thrown into the ocean.
Her emotions are flaming waves, tossing around inside