Skipping skipping,
down the path...

Sitting in this darkness,
quiet is the sound...

Laying here,
trapt...

Lift up a rock,
where my soul is hidden...

I hate myself,
I want to die...

These broken pieces will not fit.
Scattered throughout the day...

Dance, dance,
and light this place up...

She's sitting,
in the middle of the room...

Piece by piece,
they tear the cloth...

I'm sick of all these thoughts,
feelings, emotions, I'm confused...

She found it,
she lost it...

Blink, blink,
twitch, twitch...