I've been torn from the bone,
Been torn from myself,
Are you happy with what you've created now?
You were never satisfied with me,
Instead you turned me into what you pictured me to be.
Your sick and twisted world has plagued me,
I need to be free....I need to escape.
My "happy-place" is non-existing.
No room has been supplied to breath; to live.
You've torn my heart apart and made me feel so cold and distant.
It's such a shame you can't open your eyes,
Just to see what you've led me to become.
My tears have been spent,
Inside I'm just a hollow figure masking my pain,
Hiding everything that I used to be.
