What are you doing baby girl,
watching as the rain falls
with your mind lost somewhere else?
Never the pretty princess,
never the strongest witch,
neither the brightest light
nor the darkest night.
Your eyes speak of truths unknown,
of voices not shown,
and of dreams that never came true.
Can't shine as the world ask us to.
Can't stand their faces, can't stand this emptiness.
You may need an elegy,
a mournfoul melody
for your endless agony.
No one is writting us love songs my dear.
We are the ones left behind.
So I'll write you melody,
a song only for you.
Just a lullaby to lure you to sleep.
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