She’s crying tears of air, into dusty clouds.
And she’s wrapping pieces of herself, into bloody shrouds.
She thought for once, her smile might stay,
Hoped her happiness, would never go away.
But now again, the cycle ends, these things, they never stay.
She’s smiling, yes, the brightest of all, but is she really okay?
And she’s gullible, she knows she is, but now its become too much.
He’s only using her, for his own needs, for lust and sex and such.
And her ink, got spilled, and its dripping off the roof.
Now theres no way to catch it, from its bitter truth.
And her hands they tremble, her eyes, they cry,
About a love she never got, but she doesn’t understand why.
And he’s stabbing her, she’s nothing to him, she never ever was.
She danced the most beautiful of her dances, but never got applause.
She loved him like no other, got caught in his trap,
She knew he was trouble, was waiting for the string to snap.
And she’s laying on the floor, bare, and bleeds.
“So this is where the path of love, I guess, leads.”
“This is what happens when for this one time,”
“I unveil my full self, what a crime.”
And no one is sweeping her red ink away,
None can help her, this red ink will leave its mark and always stay.
And as the dusty clouds slowly fade into the dark,
Her tears haven’t left one single mark.
The only one, who ever pained, was she.
And the only one who every drowned in the sea,
Was her. And her stains of blood will never leave.
And so will her anger, sadness, sorrow and grieve.
And now she’s truly alone.
In the dust of the clouds.