• Inside she's empty,
    she has no heart.
    Inside she's bleeding,
    and being ripped apart.

    Her breath is cold,
    inside her paper lungs.
    And her blood is not flowing,
    she's the saddest song sung.

    Love has no meaning,
    when you're made of stone.
    And numbness is real,
    when you're truly alone.

    Tears burn like fire,
    along her icy cracked face.
    But no one comes to find her,
    and save her from this place.

    She's forgotten and thrown away,
    while demons nest in her soul.
    Dead girl walking,
    but with no place to go.