• So, sad and lonely girl,
    So melancholy, so bittersweet
    The key has reached its boiling point

    She paints her tragedy
    But she says not a word
    And up there, in her alcove,
    Her soul's a caged bird
    Her heart is bound in chains
    She clings to her past
    Her canvas shows her shackles
    All can plainly see it
    But her

    She sits and paints her pictures
    Without a care in the world,
    Or so it seems
    She sits in the alcove,
    Leaving her message upon the wall
    She moves like clockwork,
    This lonely little doll
    She's just sitting pretty
    But you see it in her eyes
    She's a shadow of her former self

    No medium in particular,
    Just lost in thought as she creates,
    Reminiscing over an old lost life
    She's a princess, she's an imposter,
    This sad and lonely girl
    Her smile is painted on
    A smile you see is hollow

    She's everyone
    She's a nobody
    Her identity is lost
    She sits there in her attic
    Sits there collecting dust
    All but forgotten

    So, lonely little girl,
    Who does she see in the mirror, now?
    She leaves no reflection
    Other than her emptiness

    She sits and paints her pictures
    Without a care in the world,
    or so it seems
    She sits in the alcove,
    Leaving her message upon the wall
    She moves like clockwork,
    This lonely little doll
    She's just sitting pretty
    But you see it in her eyes
    She's a shadow of her former self

    This lonely little princess,
    She tells me her story through her colors,
    Her tragic, fleeting love,
    She smiles, but it's empty
    She's traveled around the world,
    This lonely Delilah,
    But who could help her now?
    Who could help her now?