She failed to see the beauty that she possessed, tried to be free only to become obsessed.
Everyday she would try harder to find, wasted away, she lost herself to her mind.
She would hide behind her door, far from anything real, the way she choose to live.
Kept inside with nothing more, she could no longer feel, with no more love to give.
Her skin was pale her eyes held a lifeless stare, her bones were frail which framed a figure, so fare.
She was alone, withdrawn from everyone else. Her heart of stone could not even love herself.
She would hide behind her door, far from anything real, the way she choose to live.
Kept inside with nothing more, she could no longer feel, with no more love to give.
Lisa/Liza's delicate psychedelic folk tunes make something beautiful and graceful from the traumatic experiences of chronic illness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2023