****starts with eerie Gregorian chant with electric echo***
(Verse 1)
The clock strikes midnight, and you're on the line,
Never a "call tomorrow," your dramas intertwine.
"Too much going on?" Never from her tongue,
Into your chaos, fearlessly she's flung.
(Pre-Chorus)
No whispered sighs of "it's all too much for me,"
She dives headfirst into your misery.
A constant current, pulling you through the deep,
While silent battles, she tirelessly will keep.
(Chorus)
She'd barter her VIP ticket to heaven, you see,
If it would set a soul free from hell's decree.
Giving her winter coat in the hurricane's raw might,
Just to shield another from the bitter, endless night.
Yeah, she'd do it with a weakening smile, it's true,
As those around her drain the magic meant for you.
(Verse 2)
Hours disappear, swallowed by your endless need,
A bottomless well, where her precious moments bleed.
You take and take, never a moment to perceive,
The silent sacrifice, the faith you make her grieve.
(Pre-Chorus)
She's burning down, a wick at either end,
Just to illuminate paths that never seem to bend.
Patient endurance, through your repetitive storm,
She shelters you, keeping your fragile spirit warm.
(Verse 3)
Time, the relentless thief, the one thing we can't reclaim,
She spills it like water, whispering your name.
Energy, a finite source, relentlessly drained,
On battles not her own, while her own go unrestrained.
Each tick a piece of her life, irrevocably gone,
Invested in your crises, from dusk till early dawn.
This currency so vital, she offers without cease,
And for your endless dramas, she finds no inner peace.
(Chorus)
She'd barter her VIP ticket to heaven, you see,
If it would set a soul free from hell's decree.
Giving her winter coat in the hurricane's raw might,
Just to shield another from the bitter, endless night.
Yeah, she'd do it with a weakening smile, it's true,
As those around her drain the magic only to neglect her pain, even when they knew...
(Bridge)
She knows the language of a wounded, fragile soul,
Mending the cracks, making you beautifully whole.
But when the shadows crawl and clutch around her door,
The echoes of her kindness are nowhere anymore.
Abandoned now by those she gave her life away,
A minute at a time, for a brighter, borrowed day.
How could the greedy eyes, the selfish hearts conceive,
The incandescent spirit they so carelessly leave?
A fallen Valkyrie's grace, they never understood,
Lost in the darkness of their own self-serving wood.
(Chorus)
She'd barter her VIP ticket to heaven, you see,
If it would set a soul free from hell's decree.
Giving her winter coat in the hurricane's raw might,
Just to shield another from the bitter, endless night.
Yeah, she'd do it with a weakening smile, it's true,
As those around her drain the magic only to neglect her pain, even when they knew...
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