I draw so many happy faces
So sad there is just glumness on my face
But when someone comes around
It is so easy to replace
Am I moving or it is an empty carcase?
It is just the last breath of a death soul
That never had the self-control
To get out of this black hole
What if I told you,
My best company is my own reflection on the mirror,
And the worst judges,
The eyes beyond,
That get closed to see,
What i choose to ignore.
Scars, vomits, bruises
Are this girls fee,
The silent shouts of her soul
That wants to get free.
I can see this little girl trying to scream,
Sticking all the broken pieces
Of that sick mind without self-esteem.
I don\'t listen to sad music anymore
I\'m already convinced that it is the end of the fall,
I let my memories live through their melodies,
While I\'m crying on the floor
Just wanting to make that call
To tell my mom i lost this war.