Из альбома: Dead Machine

She waits at the back of the room in silence,

assured that there's nothing for her outside.


Prescribed for the state of the rage inside her,

She hates inhibitions that hurt her mind

Your frustration gets you no-where,

in the unstable life you lead

She's waiting for the day to bury herself away from you,

there's a solemn face that she hides behind the smile she gives to you,

this is for the lonely.

This is written for the lonely,

this is written for the one's who feel alone.

We all see the same things,

we're seeing it in shades of grey and white

Your frustration gets you no-where,

in the unstable life you lead

She's waiting for the day to bury herself away from you,

there's a solemn face that she hides behind the smile she gives to you,

this is for the lonely.

[x3]



She's waiting for the day..

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