When dead to mannShe made wings with the palms of her handsnnTen floors, one breath, hello world.nNine weeks in bed, why our girl?nEight lies through eyes hugging skies.nSeven flames, good bye.nSix flames, good bye.nFive mouths irate, this is fate.nFour friends scream hate, sorry is late.nThree piles point miles, go in style.nTwo flames, good bye.nOne change, good bye.nnHollywood, look what you've done.