Whispers:
It's always such a sad story when someone just gives up like that. She's just a poor little sad girl.
It's gotta be the losers she surrounds herslef with. It's like she's not even there anymore.
It's like talking to a ghost. We used to be such good friends before all this.
I heard her dad raped here. I heard she let the soccer team run a train on her.
(Whispers)
She followed the silence, she ran from the pain, the end of the needle tapped into her vein.
She's lost in a dream, real life fades away, in carpeted prison, fully entertained.
Now pray for the wicked, pray for the loons pray for the hopeless with nothing to lose.
My darling Darla, i'd help if i could, but a candle in darkness we can't help but lose.
(Whispers)
The guards are away, she could run free, she holds herself hostage, laughs through tragedy.
Where bats turn to birdies, and wolves into sheep, rewritten in sunshine the plunger sets free.
A dream to dreamer, the story corrupt, cascading down wishes, barely held up.
My darling Darla, my darling indeed, one push of the plunger, together we'll be.
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