Melancholy mess
In a pure white dress
You can’t hide
No more crying in the night
Now that winter is gone
Melancholy mess
In a pure white dress

Lived in a snowstorm my whole life
Watched it through my poor innocent eyes
But I’ve survived
In thin black ice
A rebirthed soul that’s realised I’m
Desperate to be heard & seen
I finally know that I can’t hide
If I want to be free in the night
Like a spirit in the moonlight

I’m a symphony
Orchestrated into the most hauntingly beautiful chords
Icicles stab at me
But I refuse to die
Thanks to my pure light heart
Love for art
Melancholy mess
In a pure white dress

It’s getting worse
My body’s dying
Frosted Larynx
I am fighting
But gaunt like silhouettes are starting to take over my body
Is this really the end?
I’m slowly becoming brain dead
I’m laying scared frozen in my bed
I can’t runaway from the shadows that live in my head

Maybe I am more comfortable in chaos
Cus’ where do I cry
If there is no snowstorm
I’ll sell my body
For a guy
I’ll take his money
And I will thrive
But now he knows me
Said he will come by
Says he’ll expose me
And I will die

I’m a symphony
Orchestrated into the most hauntingly beautiful chords
Icicles stab at me
But I refuse to die
Thanks to my pure light heart
Love for art
Melancholy mess
In a pure white dress