Her eyes are fallen flowers Far removed, alone in ivory towers Her windowed soul is dripping off her eyelashes Her emptying goodness hidden as her smile flashes I can hear the madness growing in her soul Eating up her joy like a black hole She smokes and drinks too much But the drinking I cant begrudge Each beer gives her half her joy again But steals her sanity time and time again It kills me to see her slowly fade away When all I can do is watch and cry at her fastening decay.