Strive,
Strive,
Strive,
And perfection was her goal,
For happiness cannot be achieved from a flawed soul.
Fight,
Fight,
Fight,
Alone, humanity's a lie,
The flowers grown by a summer bond, in winter grew to die.
Think,
Think,
Think,
God, there has to be a way,
Her script was burnt her throat was dry and she couldn't think what to say.
Sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep,
She shut it out and closed the door,
Despite the nightmares, dreams are better than nothing left at all.
Lie,
Lie,
Lie,
She was just fine, she was just great,
But by the time that they rolled up her sleeves, it was already too late.
