She used to be a saint, but now she's tinted wedding white.
Blank canvas never tarnished by a filthy muse,
Beautiful soul believed in everything.
Found the good deep down but maybe that was a flaw.
The word "no" seemed to be against her moral law.
Trust is like a tightrope and looks can be deceiving,
Don't you recall the devil was once an angel?
Society is cruel and disguises are clever,
Taking things to heart just became all too familiar.
She was backed into a corner by those she thought were pure.
Too bad she forgot they'll never remember the million times she's helped.
Like feathers in the wind, off she'll fly,
She'll come back in a way none of them will recognize.
She won't be the one who's trampled on now,
Thanks to the boy who took it too far.
Gone is the clean slate, now a mess of scribbles here in its place.
She was a dreamer before her castle crumbled,
And now that good is a swirling black hole.
Society is cruel and disguises are clever,
But it won't fool the one on the outside.
The dark side has called the threshold is crossed.
Don't you recall the devil was once an angel?
She used to be a saint, but now she's tinted wedding white.