HETZUSJEVAN.

Her own romance.

Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick. the arms of nothing she falls asleep in. The TV screens, the magazines scream at you like the dogs of hell advertising and advising you to be anyone but your beautiful self.

Prince Charming never brought you flowers, just a loveless lifetime all alone.
No roses for you, just unlocked doors and the deafening silence of your phone.

So block your ears, close your eyes, remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the boring, heartless, Hollywood herd of lies that they call:

Beautiful.

With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door, no heart to let you in.

But at night you're dancing through the pain even when you're the only one.
No rose, no sky as full of beauty as the girl who dies but rises with every morning's sun, alone.

She dances alone, so beautiful