She was a lovely girl in an ugly world,
an actress off the stage.
Two years it took her to read the book,
and she never turned a page.
She held on to her friends right up 'til the end,
though they made her play the game.
And if she left the screen and became the queen,
it would still turn out the same.
Sometimes I think she's just a girl lost in the wilderness.
Out here in a misty haze.
My mind is dry, a vacuum of obsolete nothingness.
'til it carries my back to those days.
When she saw me go it shattered her ego.
She wanted at least a good year.
Hearing her faint cries, and the look in her eyes
pull at me to come back here.
She's an angelic girl in a crazy world,
where most pull for the beast.
And on the final test she came out the best,
but the masses cheered for the least.
Sometimes I think she's just a girl lost in the wilderness.
Out here in a misty haze.
My mind is dry, a vacuum of obsolete nothingness.
'til it carries my back to those days.