Softly spoken tragic lives
Magic is just a game we play
To add spice to our everydays
A consequence of boredoms mist
We crave, we crave, we crave bliss
Please do what you have to
Take me away from this
Softly spoken tragic lives
Every single day a part of us dies
Hoping beyond hope
That it isn’t the part they love
We don’t want to be left alone
It goes so far we pray
Hoping beyond hope
That someone is listening
To the prayers we dare
Some think they can talk to God
That the creator of everything
Has time to hear about your daughters wish list
That is if he exists.
