a place with no portraits on the walls
she's hiding away in a house grown with ivy
a girl with no life to live at all
a room filled with nothing but heartache and crying
while you were dreaming of love
with his heart on strings?
now he's gone, she's screaming
a dad with the purest blood of all
if only he knew the boy she was deceiving
a life behind dirty prison walls
aligning himself with the darkest of beings
except for the girl at the window
a boy drugged with something so sweet, and now he goes
a place with no portraits on the walls
his body alone on the orphanage doorstep
he doesn't resemble her at all
a child with the face of mistakes she can't deal with
past alleys and streets wet with rain
she'll never awaken again