A place with no portraits on the walls, She's hiding away in a house grown with ivy. A girl with no life to live at all, A room filled with nothing but heartache and crying. He didn't notice you, Did you expect him to, while you were dreaming of love. With his heart on strings, Potions are everything Now he's gone, she's screaming. A dad with the purest blood of all If only he knew the boy she was deceiving. A life behind dirty prison walls, Aligning him self with the darkest of beings. The house stands alone, Except for the girl at the window. She's coaxing him home, A boy drugged with something so sweet and now he goes. He didn't notice you, Did you expect him to, while you were dreaming of life. With his heart on strings, Potions are everything Now he's gone, she's screaming. A place with no portraits on the walls, His body alone on the orphanage doorstep. He doesn't resemble her at all, A child with a face of mistakes she can't deal with. She wonders alone, Passed alleys and streets wet with rain. She's not coming home, She'll never awaken again.