Experience:
There is a lady down the hall who paints
bu*terflies and insects
And there are little statues in the room
She works with clay
And I went in there
And sat on the couch and had something to drink
Her life stands still
She waited for herself
She tried to forget
What she once was
This way was too long
She can't find herself
And her life changed
She found a new desire
And could not get enough
She says: I'm deranged
It's too hard for me
The moon danced around her
She felt so alive
Showed what she could be
She flew too high
Into empty skies and
She layed down into the stars
Her life stands still
She needed for herself
She tried to forget
What she once was
Then I noticed
One of the statues had his back turned to us
He stood there brooding, poor ba*tard
And I asked the lady
What's wrong with him?
And she said...
I'm deranged
It's too much for me
Pushed me down
It's something in my mind
Nobody can heal me
I found a new desire
And could not get enough
She dreamed herself away
This life seemed not real to her
Made wrong decisions
And can't find a way out
She ruined herself and
Did not see what went wrong
This was not meant for her