She's a song unsung   She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp   She's a song unsung   and the only white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like      The pills, the pills   and the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick   cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in   can still bring the razor to the wrist      The TV screens, the magazines   scream at you like the dogs of hell   advertising and advising you to be   anyone but your beautiful self      Prince Charming never brought you flowers   just loveless lifetime alone   No roses for you, just unlocked doors   and the deafening silence of your phone      So block your ears, close your eyes   remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the   boring, heartless Hollywood heard of lies that they call:      Beautiful      With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,   no heart to let you:      The sun can take too long   to end the endless night      I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you   when our hearts begin to scream:      This life can feel too long      But at night, you're dancing through the pain   even when you're the only one   no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies   but rises with every morning's sun   alone      She dances alone   alone -- so beautiful   alone -- her own romance:   alone -- Lady Lazarus' Life-Sustaining Dance