Из альбома: Dead Machine
She waits at the back of the room in silence,
assured that there's nothing for her outside.
Prescribed for the state of the rage inside her,
She hates inhibitions that hurt her mind
Your frustration gets you no-where,
in the unstable life you lead
She's waiting for the day to bury herself away from you,
there's a solemn face that she hides behind the smile she gives to you,
this is for the lonely.
This is written for the lonely,
this is written for the one's who feel alone.
We all see the same things,
we're seeing it in shades of grey and white
Your frustration gets you no-where,
in the unstable life you lead
She's waiting for the day to bury herself away from you,
there's a solemn face that she hides behind the smile she gives to you,
this is for the lonely.
[x3]
She's waiting for the day..