wonderland
Closed wounds open again
Salt piled high as Everest.
Calling out, "Why, Why do you do this to yourself?"
You're better than you think
Wondering where all the time you spent with them went
Wondering what's true
What's a dream
Calling while falling down the everlasting hole they call
Wonderland
The closure they couldnt feel until today
The reality of not knowing what happens to the minds of young souls
Wonderland
The place to get away
No worries about life,
Just how you're going to get home
Calling friends, Faces
No reply.
Lying there in a deadly haze
They wonder if she'll ever get up
If she is stuck in the daze
How much longer can she survive down there?
As the Griffin pulls out its wings, she soars
Taken from us
Wonderland no more
Now she sees the world as a tourist
She fills the night sky with her melodies of destruction,
Sweet like the siren song
Only to find
Her compassion
Genuinallity
But more importantly
Herself
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