Kyle's p.o.v
An unfolding tragedy,
whatever is happening
behind closed doors.
An unfolding tragedy,
whatever is happening
on the battlefield of her
mind. The scars on her
body speaker louder to
me than the pretty melody
that she sings. It will be
a pity and shame if she
is given a halo and wings
before her time. I care
enough to embrace her
and remember her
name. Encircling the
moon, she is the dancing
queen of comedy.