She truly loves you
in her own twisted way...

She hides behind a wall of glass
Just a pretty face to shield the hurt...

You never tried to love me
though you knew I loved you...

She is like a mirror
She lies to you to keep herself safe...

She sits in the darkness of the night
and watches her injured prey...

My mother taught me lots of things
She taught me how to speak...

The knife penetrates your flesh
and your clothes start to rip...

She hated pink
she gave the frilly skirt back...

The rage threatens to break through
they expected much more from you...

She sits in silence
and looks at the people around her...

Chaotic thoughts
rage through her mind...

Let's pretend that I'm frustrated
when I'm actually sad...