She’s aching
To be loved in a way
That she only reads in books
But has never been witnessed or displayed
So with the tip of my pen
I
Wrote to her soul
I
showed her my soul
I
Captured her mind
Cuz I
Gathered the time
To
Feed her hunger
That
She had always suffered
All
I could do was write from within
And… well,
It only took the tip of my pen
She’s dreaming
Of life, cuz she’s not living
In this world cuz she doesn’t
Indulge in what they are giving
She feens
For the touch of affection
That her peers never tried
Cuz they all were caught up in their own reflection
She prays
That she will fall
Into a trance that will blind her from all
Of the hate that churns and crawls
She prepares
For the worse, cuz the best doesn’t come
Only for those that deserve it
But those are only some
So with the tip of my pen
I
Wrote to her soul
I
showed her my soul
I
Captured her mind
Cuz I
Gathered the time
To
Feed her hunger
That
She had always suffered
All
I could do was write from within
And… well,
It only took the tip of my pen
To be loved in a way
That she only reads in books
But has never been witnessed or displayed
So with the tip of my pen
I
Wrote to her soul
I
showed her my soul
I
Captured her mind
Cuz I
Gathered the time
To
Feed her hunger
That
She had always suffered
All
I could do was write from within
And… well,
It only took the tip of my pen
She’s dreaming
Of life, cuz she’s not living
In this world cuz she doesn’t
Indulge in what they are giving
She feens
For the touch of affection
That her peers never tried
Cuz they all were caught up in their own reflection
She prays
That she will fall
Into a trance that will blind her from all
Of the hate that churns and crawls
She prepares
For the worse, cuz the best doesn’t come
Only for those that deserve it
But those are only some
So with the tip of my pen
I
Wrote to her soul
I
showed her my soul
I
Captured her mind
Cuz I
Gathered the time
To
Feed her hunger
That
She had always suffered
All
I could do was write from within
And… well,
It only took the tip of my pen