Her mind so lost, her skin so pale.
How could this go wrong, where did she fail...

Don't tell me you understand if you know you...
Don't tell me you'll tell the truth if you know...

A painted black box behind the books in a shelf,
Hides all my secrets, only known to myself...

I am frozen in time, a slave to the cold,
It hurts my body and surrounds my soul...

These feelings, these words, written in ink.
She can't have, yet she can help but think...

Put on make-up, so they won't see your face,
Train a lot, and fake the grace...

A girl stands in the darkness,
She is sore and she is weak...

I can't think, I can't write, I can't sleep,
I have seen too much, I can't see anymore...

I want to paint a painting to portray what I see,
I want to show the world who I am, who is me...

I try to be me,
But it's so difficult...

A lonely wolf I am called by name,
An awful player in life's little game...

Emotions faded by opinions never true,
Bodies hidden in the shadows, where no one can see...