So she wasted away her hours, counting minutes on her hands
And she walked through feathered daydreams, looking for a gated door
She imagined everything just the way that it should be
And everything was easy, not a single care or worry
She opened the curtains and let in the light
Soft ambience, masked-lipstained temptress, walking alone in a daydream creation
But she opened her eyes and a voice called her name
And she looked in the mirror and saw there a nightmare
So she closed them again and tried to go back,
But the damage was done, dreamworld corrupted
Paint-shades washed away in reality’s rain
And she learned how to dance in electrical storms
But never, never in all her daydreams
Did she learn how to dance in this kind of rain
Sleek silky slime that wouldn’t wash off
It was grey and colorless, bleached in comparison
To the colorful world of her daydreams of life
So she put on her mask and she lined her eyes heavy
And she walked off into the night.