She

She is waiting in a world
Carved in bright white
Examine frequently all day
And every night
Mind is conscience yet it's sad
She ain't quite right
Body broken spirit weak
Oh try to hang on tight

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And she wants to run away
Maybe someday
She'll be free, so far away from this place

Her sense is keen but her thoughts
They aren't working
She's holding on to chains
That hold her down
She cries out and she gasps just to break the silence
Remaining completely still
To keep the voices cold inside

CHORUS

She's waiting for you, to open up the door