I sat there with my arms empty and cold
oh I wish it wasn't so but my bloody wrists are white as snow
all alone I feel so helpless
can it be that it is my fault I'm in this predicament
I wish and only can dream
what itd be like to not feel lonely
And as the nights roll by
And I'm lost in my mind
I can't help but kill myself slowly


Yet I hold it together
slowly wearing slowly tearing
Trying not to crack I'm a porcelain doll ...