This is about a girl I know. She's one of the nicest people I've know, but she's got a really bad family life. I can usually take to her about it, and so I wrote this for her.
It may comes across as kind of emo, but what the hell.
Pristine impurity, and a burning ragdoll,
A mixtape full of noise burns in the background,
It's like a crystal vibe, a daydreamer's paradise.
As authority knocks on heaven's door,
It lures you into forgotten pride's world,
The tape reels to a pause, and the ragdoll's inferno is quenched.
After a few silent minutes in her mind,
She finally begins to discover, that what she wanted, is not what it seems.
Her berry in her apple tree is suddenly gone.
And so too, are forgotten dreams.
that was good, in my honest opinion :)