Crossing my fingers that you come around
I should be giving up hope by now...

Woken up, it's 7 a.m.
But she's used to this...

He creates promises he knows he'll never keep
A life of broken mirrors...

Hello my dear
Can you hear me...

Where the rusty blade meets the skin
Goosebumps multiply...

It's still impossible to breath
I feel infection growing in me...

Alone, I wait for
This feeling to pass...

Around you, she feels exposed
Naked and in the light...

He taught me how to bleed
But you told me how to die...

Engulfed in this heavy blanket of fear
The days crawl by...

Let me be immune to the acid taste of your lips
I know I deserve this...

I am not sick
This wound's not yet infected...