Hello little girl
She's a pretty thing locked up
Sitting on a chair in a white room
Awaiting
So kind yet so sad
She's a nobody but now she's somebody to him
Behind her eyes lay blue orbs of mystery
And her sandy hair is soft like feathers
Porcelain skin on a slender body
Covered with an innocent dress
She stands so graceful even though she's afraid
Her frail hands always drawing
Creating a masterpiece of memories
If you touch her she'd shatter into tiny pieces
She's a captivating witch but there's good in her soul
Starring out of the curtained window so lonely
She's perfectly fine being lost inside
Eternal fragments of sorrow
She's the angel in his nightmares
Spinning his hope and unlocking his love
Ahaunted plaything with a box full of secret treasures
Her wings of desire are tattered
And her life is not the adventure she wishes it to be
Her sanctuary is frozen and torn apart
Her heart is a battleground but she dreams through the pain
She opens her case of rounded pastels
And paints the paradise she longs to live in