Hallelujah

Look at her, sitting in a corner of her room listening to her favorite song, louder and louder...
As if it is really ever gonna save her... hah. She wishes for it but knows better. The men she loves so much, the men who created such beautiful melodies and moving words couldn't care less.

She sits and sits waiting for something she knows deep inside will never come. She's alone, always has been and always will be. Not because people don't like her. But because she pushes them away, and away. Away from the sad sad shadow she has become.

She doesn't live anymore...no, she gave it up long ago. She doesn't live...she's just there, waiting for the end, waiting for the grace that will wash her pain and fear away.

Fear. That sneaky little bastard has stolen everything from her, her heart, her soul, her essence. It consumed everything she was, everything she ever felt.

But there's still this little place in her head, the only place left she can call hers.

A place where hapiness isn't just a dream.
And so there she lingers, listening to that same song, holding onto it...forever.

"It's not a cry that you hear at night,

It's not somebody who's seen the light.

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah..."