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The white apple (Of Verona)

She’s high on distaste again She thinks it’s a waste again White capped mountains filled with snow Melt into her with indigo She’ll change her mind When the wind blows She’s on display again At the top of her game again Blue wrapped presents filled with tears Melt into her and disappear It doesn’t mean a thing Her minds not here White noise (x4) Screaming in my ears Well this is the sound of being alone White noise (x4) Screaming in my ears While this is the sound of being alone This is the sound of being alone This is the sound of being alone She waited for a glass slipper But it never came And Lucy in the sky with diamonds Became her pseudonym She wished on the skies For kaleidoscope eyes To replace all the lies She was seeing She got lost in her mind She was hoping to find A way back in time To keep dreaming She though it could be different Even for a moment She waited for the apple But it had turned… White It turned white Let me go (x8) This is the sound of being alone She was screaming Let me go She was screaming Let me go But she’s high on distaste again She thinks it’s a waste again