She sits alone. In the abandont corner of her room (oh her room). Lost her life her lovely past ooo ooo ooo ooo. She used to love feel and have compation. But now her life has lead nowhere nowhere(hold 4 count). She feels attached. And can't come loose. Like strings holding on. She can't let go. She begs and pleads. As she tries to relase. And falls to her knees (hold 4 counts). Whats holding her back?. No one has know. Maybe her shadow. The shadow of doom. She is miserable each day each week. While tears begin to run down her cheeks. Hoping for her day to come(hold 4 counts). For her to pry loose. The day has not begun... (o when?). She feels attached. And can't come loose. Like strings holding on. She can't let go. She begs and pleads. As she tries to relase. And falls to her kneeeees. (oh oh hold last "oh" 4 counts). Stings strings. They hold her back. No one has notcied. Or cared. No one knows what's she is really like. Deep down inside. Oh what's there to hide?. She is nervous frightened scared and weak. She must peer or peak from that ... Corner of the room. Open her eyes and face doom (hold doom 4 counts). Maybe she has maybe she did. She woke up one day and saw the light. Her love and compasion had all faded away. As she ran through her shadow and began to. Beg and plead as she fell to her knees and finally. She broke loose