It starts with a young girl
and an innocent heart...

The scars are my story, of all the times i was...
I ran out of options, my flesh became the cost...

Nothing seems to matter
i lost the urge to live...

I cant change my mood
cant shake how i feel...

Do you see that it hurts me
your words...

I'm looking outside the lines
trying to find a way out...

You had me strung up
at simply your name...

On one hand I'm scared
That maybe I'll fall...

She pulls a fake smile
holds in the pain...

She holds on the those memories
The daggers from the past...

I can feel the urge
take over me...

Its in all the sanctuaries
That you describe...