Graceless

She was born with a specific kind of hunger
I could see her devour all her fire and then spit it out
With her dolls she brought to life the dreams she was dreaming
She would play the role she was writing for her life
The kind of life she would really want to stay awake for
With the kind of life that no one ever would walk away from
She really thought her life would be intriguing
That she would fill the world with color and meaning
That every day would matter
That everything would work out in the end
There's a time in life when no one wants to play dolls anymore
I kept on digging but there was no treasure
I kept on digging but there was no more pleasure
Where's that kind of life that you would want to stay awake for
Where's that kind of life that no one would ever walk away from
I really thought that life would be intriguing
That every step would lead to keep succeeding
That every day would matter
That everything would work out in the end
One grows old and life may seem pretty tasteless
Blood turns cold, life can be increasingly graceless
One grows old and life may seem pretty tasteless
Blood turns cold, life can be increasingly graceless
As my feelings move from left to right
I stand still lifeless in my storm
I tried my best but tonight my feet can't dance on this floor
It made sense to me