she sat on the chair
her mind stood to stare
of emptiness and space
her heart they wanna chase

the tension eases upon her blades
the touch she knows she's not amazed
it's wrong but she can't resist
whose fault is it to say the least

she's lost her will to move on
everything's lost everything's gone
no one can fathom her heart
not even herself she's been cut

all that's left are echoes
so numb from the colds
her life she tries to figure
vunerable to the slightest trigger