[Storyteller.]

She sits in her corner,
singing herself to sleep,
wrapped in all of the promises
that no one seems to keep.
She no longer cries to herself,
no tears left to wash away,
just diaries of empty pages,
feelings gone astray.

But she will sing,
'til everything burns,
while everyone screams,
burning in their lies,
burning my dreams.
All of this hate,
and all of this pain -
I'll burn it all down,
as my anger reigns,
'til everything burns.

Walking through life unnoticed,
knowing that no one cares,
too consumed in their masquerade,
no one sees her there.