Pretty Empty Shell
Of a soul
That doesn't care at all
Waking in the nightmare
Of a perfect world
A perfect life
So much pain
Light of day
Shows no sign
Of breaking down
Cracking up
Sedate the mind
Draw the smile on
Plastic
Is she shining
Still
Take the wrists
Bind them
Work the puppet strings
All the sunlight
Sucked into
A private world
Of despair
Her hands
Are cold
Feeling for
A pulse
