She is still young...



Another day of emptiness 

This life is wearing her down 

The room around her is a mess 

Her children safe with her mom



She is still young but feeling old 

Two children with different fathers 

She sits on the bathroom floor alone 

The shower chain broke 

Her neck hurts



Then another night of emptiness to wear her down 

Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown 

Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes 

Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties



"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties 

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes 

But life holds her hand, refusing to let go 

Leaving her breathing on the floor



They're still asleep don't hear her cry 

And she's still obsessed with rope ends 

This time she picks a stronger tie 

With Winnie the Pooh and friends



She is still young but feeling old 

A child dying to be a mother 

Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone 

All pressure is falling from her



Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief 

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness 

Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test



"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties 

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes 

And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall 

Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all 

But life holds her hands, refusing to let go 

Leaving her breathing on the floor 



[Johan Hallgren]



[Daniel Gildenlow]



Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief 

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness 

Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress



Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies 

Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile

"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind 

Still in this life 

Still in this troubled mind

The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall 

Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor

Hitting her head - a broken china soul 

Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all



Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties 

Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind

Broken she lies undead and unblind 

Beautiful life 

Beautiful crying young eyes

Blackened and bruised, learning how to see 

Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory

Hours they pass this broken china soul 

Red stains on porcelain 

And she's not there at all...