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All she hears is noise and she can't block it out
She wishes she was normal, with her perfect life

Life will never be the same and will never know
Know of the life she longs for, the life she can only reach in dreams

The noise in her head won't leave,
It has only gotten worse.

This little girl sits in her head
In the corner of the maze she sees a light

May she reach this little speck she knows only as hope
She may live, but without it she sits and waits.

Waits for charming to come and rescue her from the noise
Noise is what she now knows. noise is what she sees

She hears her mother's words in her maze,
Just calling her, she can't escape.

She is her mother and doesn't know it yet,
She is slowly becoming the maze

This scared girl in the corner is calling out for help
And no ones cares to hear.

She is alone, now and eternity
This maze is now her, empty.

Is this really how life is?
Is this really how people feel?

Or is this just her in a depresed way?
Will she ever hear clear or ever find her prince?

Will she ever reach the light from her corner alive?
Or will she die in a maze that she has became so long ago?