Playful and innocent fantasies have been lost...
No longer the same as she was, and she thought
Salvation had wonderful eyes and red lips.
She slits through the paler wrists of innocence,
Ripping apart the muscle of the patience,
The strength is falling apart and she collapses,
The pressure's too much the blood is too hot,
And the darkness, the dark is too dark.
There's no light anymore, and it's so cold,
She feels inadequate to run and hide.
She cuts through the fear of being alone,
Running too fast and running too slow...
The blood on the walls keeps flowing south,
The wind and the earth can't hold it down.
And everything burns, she falls apart,
There's no comfort alone in the dark.
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