A girl of madness smiles and sits,
Her dreams of life have been smashed to bits.
A boy of lovers cries inside,
His soul of darkness has finally died.
But look, dear boy, for love is found,
Sitting in flowers flung to the ground.
She looks to see the broken boy,
Crying to see her safe and sound.
They kiss, embrace and laugh aloud,
But low and behold, it is all a ploy!
Girl, your boy has disappeared!
Cry and weep as you might,
The boy you loved, yes, he was your light.
But all light must extinguish over time.
The crime, oh yes the crime,
Is not your own, o girl of madness.
The crimson blood of man,
Does not taint your lovely hands!
Wake from this wretched dream!
Wake in misery, sadness and scream!
Your child weeps right next to you.
But your boy will not be found,
For your beautiful Finnick...is buried underground.