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
he didn't notice you
did you expect him to
while you were dreaming of love
with his heart on strings?
potions are everything
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
the house stands alone
except for the girl at the window
she's coaxing him home
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
she wanders alone
past alleys and streets wet with rain
she's not coming home
she'll never awaken again