The demons in my head
They still scream silently...

Maybe if the little reflection in the mirror
Sang along with us, it'd be a little clearer...

You glanced across a nervous crowd,
Outrageous though it seems...

I hand you this black rose
Is it coming back now...

Cute was the young girl
Blonde pigtails were her hair...

You thought you could see through the pain
The mask of fake smiles...

I was just a little girl
Growing up in a house...

You think you're so amazing
Getting high and kicking and screaming...

The moon cried softly
And the trees whispered hoarsly...

Wake up your mind
I've freed you from the soul...

Make all of the pain be stopped
Let it be forgotten and dropped...

The day she became
A slave of the dark...