hands
open, she reaches for the sky
she's
just another pilgrim, living one more lie
ignorance
fills your heart
and
it's ripping you apart
no
bliss is to be found inside
when
it's by their rules that you abide
she
kisses you (or so you think)
a
knot in the cherry stem one more step towards the brink
ignorance
cannot be real
cannot
be truly what you feel
no
bliss can hide for so long
it's
not special, beautiful, or strong
she's
frost and ice and has no love
(but
searches frantically, why do you think she reaches for what lies
above?)
ignorance,
no bliss within
ignorance,
no bliss makes the innocent give in
ignorance,
no bliss at all
ignorance,
no bliss at not knowing there's no one to catch you when you fall
her
hands lower from the sky
the
lie she lives making her unaware of the tears that she cries.