She is taken by their hands...
Breathe shortened by another,
The knife runs deep into her soul,
Tearing away her cover.
Why must they all dig so deep?
Why must they run the show?
She needs her control to live.
To life, it's her sole window.
The world loves me not.
A conspiring army,
They leave me alone,
Crying my insanity.
Why should I live a life,
Where all I feel is pain and strife?
