Holding on to you,
Hoping that you'll pull through...

Once I knew the way that you thoughts,
But now it seems I never knew you...

Skin peeling back, sound of hysteria,
I have nowhere to run to...

Scraps and disguised cuts on my arm,
Part of the new construction, me...

Come and past, never know any difference,
I never saw you smile anyway...

I'm repeating history,
Same things keep putting me back, always...

Treat me just the same
As all the other girls queuing to win you...

In a grey, dirty haze,
So misty and cold, I heed to be strong...

Too deep, I got to change my sense of time
And get back on shore...

Can't return me back to where I came from,
An antique and there's nothing like me...

Swimming in unknown seas,
Beautiful creations, why can't I be one...

Proud of the scars that you cut in me,
But now I have to live with them...