Strangely Dark Disheveled Girl
The gravity of this pain, it affects her soul
She amazes me while the stars fall, a spider crawls on her wall
Her heart had no key, her chronicles tattered old books
Zodiacal stars, no constellation could hold her now
Strangely dark, disheveled girl, Living in her ancient world
Tongue-tied relics and mythic kings scattered on the rocks as she's been lost
All of my personalities, she holds them one by one by one
With her wings she searched through the air, she was born out of time
The pen needs ink like I need you, and I was ready to die
She was born ready to die, I was the odd one out
Her black knight hair, like galaxies her skin so fair, I was shaking to the edge
Strangely dark, disheveled girl, living in her ancient world
Tongue-tied relics and mythic kings scattered on the rocks as she's been lost
All of my personalities, she holds them one by one by one
The old gods we're not supposed to speak of
Well it's my turn, she thought as she held out the pack of cards
Her heart had no key, her chronicles tattered books
Zodiac of stars, no constellation could hold her now
Strangely dark, disheveled girl, living in her ancient world
Tongue-tied relics and mythic kings scattered on the rocks as she's been lost
All of my personalities, she holds them one by one by one
She amazes me while the stars fall, a spider crawls on her wall
Her heart had no key, her chronicles tattered old books
Zodiacal stars, no constellation could hold her now
Strangely dark, disheveled girl, Living in her ancient world
Tongue-tied relics and mythic kings scattered on the rocks as she's been lost
All of my personalities, she holds them one by one by one
With her wings she searched through the air, she was born out of time
The pen needs ink like I need you, and I was ready to die
She was born ready to die, I was the odd one out
Her black knight hair, like galaxies her skin so fair, I was shaking to the edge
Strangely dark, disheveled girl, living in her ancient world
Tongue-tied relics and mythic kings scattered on the rocks as she's been lost
All of my personalities, she holds them one by one by one
The old gods we're not supposed to speak of
Well it's my turn, she thought as she held out the pack of cards
Her heart had no key, her chronicles tattered books
Zodiac of stars, no constellation could hold her now
Strangely dark, disheveled girl, living in her ancient world
Tongue-tied relics and mythic kings scattered on the rocks as she's been lost
All of my personalities, she holds them one by one by one
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Writer(s): Charles Mottley
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