Lletres: Have Heart. Songs To Scream At The Sun. No Roses, No Skies.

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She's a song unsung
She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp
She's a song unsung
And only the white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like.

The pills, the pills
and Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick
cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in
can still bring the razor to the wrist.

The TV screens, the magazines
scream at you like the dogs of hell
advertising and advising you to be
anyone but your beautiful self.

Prince Charming never brought you flowers,
just a loveless lifetime all alone.
No roses for you, just unlocked doors,
and the deafening silence of your phone.

So block your ears, close your eyes,
remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the
boring, heartless, Hollywood herd of lies that they call:

Beautiful.

With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,
no heart to let you:

The sun can take too long
to end the endless night

I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you
when our hearts begin to scream:

This life can feel too long.

But at night you're dancing through the pain
even when you're the only one.
No rose, no sky as full of beauty as the girl who dies
but rises with every morning's sun,
alone.

She dances alone
Alone - so beautiful
Alone - her own romance;
Alone - Lady Lazarus' life sustaining dance.

(Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics)