Does the emptiness in your bed
And the tears that you have shed
Justify a heart that clings too much
To the words that they have said
They crushed back into your life
And sliced your eyes with a knive
And now you can't see anymore
What is wrong and what is right
They juggle with your fragile soul
And play tenderly with your bones
But you never wanted that
Just somebody to call your home
Run, girl, run and stop playing this game
You will lose anyway
But you cut your ears off
Because you're still waiting for this day
You hold your own hand every night
Pathetic little girl, you might
As well chop off all your fingers
The blood will hold you warm and tight
Cry, little girl, you cry yourself dry
Maybe you should just jump and die
Your mirror screams fake anyway
No need to hope that you could fly
