She hadn't cut herself for a year now,
She felt an overwhelming urge to break her skin...

Nothing's good without you,
Nothing's perfect, like it was...

Oh, little ladybug; what went wrong?
Why do you sing your song, of depression...

Conditions are fading, my wings are decaying,
My mind is blowing, my heart is waiting...

Venting my anger, on to an old peice of paper,
And my words are coming out, tearing up my paper...

Adding to my box of bruises,
A million words upon one scar...

Bitter about it,
She tried to fight it...

A million fading heart beats,
A million miles at your feet...

A broken chain,
a sealed tight locket...

Walking through life, just living it her own way,
Living five lives twice, she was seen at heaven's...