A part of her is shattered
Her life is near end
Her life belongs to an object
Held in her hand
As her pain is forgotten
Her tears run dry
Her life is laid out before her
In a blood red lullaby
She sings to the heavens
Im much happier this way
Im sorry mother
But I couldn’t stay
You know I loved you
That part is real
But whats the point in living
When you cant feel
