Behind the black lace, still hide my face
From all the pain that comes from every last disgrace
I'm in mourning every morning for the man in the moon
The Stars and the night and all my friends who left too soon
Am I the only one who runs from the sun
Because the light will show incomplete marks that I have done
These are my kind, we are bright souls
In a dark world that takes something bold
Because I go through phases never loving my own face
Hide in it black lace to cover up my sound disgrace.
Capillaries of stone, carved from mountains I'd rather roam,
In a New York crowds of people that is where I feel most alone.
My mind of on the edge of the mountain
If I jumped would I fly?
Realist said no I'll die, Skeptics bet I'd never try.
Realists and artists, peacemakers with scarred fists
Running bloody lines to be refined
Just a number forget the names list.
So believe me if you please when I say I'm leaving this other dream
Because reality I cannot see all I believe.
Believe in a better world where I am not than just a girl
But e person I want to see in the mirror,
Honest person I would believe,
Somewhere where I am somebody.
Through the webs around and 8-part arachnid sounds,
Think in sevens and feel in eight for knitted worried brows.
Spin another frame on my face to face the face of all my pain,
Black lace parasol because I don't care to keep out the rain.
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