Annie

Poor girl, sleeping on her soul

Doesn't she realize she's already whole?

Slowly wasting away time by time

Wishing she was anywhere else but alive

She is blind to reality

Thinking she has to be someone else for society

She forgot that love grows

Inside of her like a rose

She'll soon wake up to the truth of it all

That in order to rebuild she must fall

The sturdy foundation must crumble

To learn your stomach doesn't have to rumble

She'll pick herself back up piece by piece

And in the end will create a masterpiece

For all knows things are better broken

Cause out flows a rhythm that must be spoken