Underneath the skin of a neglected daghter
She could be lily but she was a rose
And as a rose she had many thorns
And they all ended up smashing her
Turning the silk silence of her pretty lips
Into eternal questions that will never be quite understood.
But then, who was the crazy living being that stated
That all humanity should have a reason
To be unreasonable?
Who said it was wrong to be what you learned to be
Given away to twisted feelings…
Her name could be Catherine, it could be Louise
But her name was Sylvia… and her words were my freedom.
That all humanity should have a reason
To be unreasonable?
Who said it was wrong to be what you learned to be
Given away to twisted feelings…
Her name could be Catherine, it could be Louise
But her name was Sylvia… and her words were my freedom.
