Pain Of Salvation - Rope Ends Lyrics
She is still young...Another day of emptinessThis life is wearing her downThe room around her is a messHer children safe with her momShe is still young but feeling oldTwo children with different fathersShe sits on the bathroom floor aloneThe shower chain brokeHer neck hurtsThen another night of emptiness to wear her down***** to the world she wraps her sadness in a gownHer children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyesChoosing carefully among her husband's business ties"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk tiesBeautiful life escaping her young blue eyesBut life holds her hand, refusing to let goLeaving her breathing on the floorThey're still asleep don't hear her cryAnd she's still obsessed with rope endsThis time she picks a stronger tieWith Winnie the Pooh and friendsShe is still young but feeling oldA child dying to be a motherNow she hangs from the ceiling all aloneAll pressure is falling from herSeeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbeliefMerely twenty beautiful but with a taste for griefShe has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessnessSeeing that no effort in this world can stand her test"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk tiesBeautiful life escaping her young blue eyesAnd Winnie is strong, would never let her fallPrevents her from breathing till she's not there at allBut life holds her hands, refusing to let goLeaving her breathing on the floor[Johan Hallgren][Daniel Gildenlow]Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbeliefMerely twenty beautiful but with a taste for griefShe has learnt all that there is to know about helplessnessSeeing that no caring in this world can ease her stressHelpless she lies in rope ends and undiesUnseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile"Over!" she cries as she's going unblindStill in this lifeStill in this troubled mindThe ceiling let go, the old house let her fallDropping her breathing to the hard cold floorHitting her head - a broken china soulRed stains on porcelain and she's not there at allBreathing she cries for rope ends and silk tiesBeautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behindBroken she lies undead and unblindBeautiful lifeBeautiful crying young eyesBlackened and bruised, learning how to seeStaring at her tooth - crimsoned ivoryHours they pass this broken china soulRed stains on porcelainAnd she's not there at all...
