I'm not sure why, it's so hard for me to cry
But today I shed a tear...

Life is a journey, I just got lost along the way,
The demon that visited decided to stay...

These little cut-out dolls are paper thin
holding hands and smiling with saccharine grins...

Don't cry, cut
Don't weep, bleed...

I loved and trusted you,
I thought you loved me too...

The False Image is my God
To which consistantly I pray...

I have a nasty secret,
I can't tell you what I do...

God, I'm such a loser
An embarrassment to life...

This is my story, sad as it may be
It's something that I feel would benefit me...

Listening to the silence of the night
Under the blankets a girl filled with fright...

Skin and bone,
Pale and wasted...

I wander through the fields of darkness
up the streets of fears...