[Verse 1] She feels like a bumblebee behind the windowpane Freedom lies out there, but will she see it again Will she see it again [Chorus] It's a chemical imbalance, there's toxics in her head And dark thoughts that whisper, "your better off dead" Guardian angel, throw her a line She's into deep but now, is not her time [verse 2] she's running to the station, but she won't catch a train all she wants to do is blow away her pretty brain blow away her pretty brain [outro] Guardian Angel throw her a line she's in too deep now is not her time [fade]
