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Her skin tells stories nobody dares to write
No one ever hears her silent screams.
Still she yells in pain for those who won't understand
she's there, she's nothing with nothing to hide from them.
Does... Does she need to sleep or did she find
the light within another insomniac night?
What a fight to write a destiny with blood
knives under the pillow, memories so hard...
She swore for her life not to cry but yet
wounds revealing the secret of her missing soul.
She locks herself up in the dark, all alone..
she knows her knives won't say a word.
Does... Does she need to sleep or did she find
the light within another insomniac night?
What a fight to write a destiny with blood,
knives under the pillow, memories so hard...
Does... does she need to sleep or did she find
the light within another insomniac night?
Is it right to write a destiny with blood?
Knives under the pillow, memories so hard to fight.