On Her Sleeve

Wearing on her sleeve
All the things she will never be
Praying, on her knees
To a God she no longer believes

Some things can't be saved
Taken to the grave

There's a fire deep inside her
Burning brighter than the stars
Gravity lets go; sends her falling
Adds a new to her lasting scars

Ashes on her nails
Symbols of a future that's derailed
Crying, she inhales
Blocking out the world that slowly pales

Some things can't be saved
Taken to the grave

There's a fire close beside her
Waiting always for her to fall
The wind is blowing and taking over
With the strength to kill us all