The heels are the ones.
You can’t go on stage without heels,
You’d have to be mad.
But she is mad.
Mad that she’s bound to this world,
With the voice of a siren and the heart of
She gets pulled in too deep to make any
But she’ll get out.
She’ll rise higher than each time she falls,
Begging the songs to manifest with
And to forever be idolised,
As she has idolised her whole life.