she lays alone eagerly craves someone to hold her she was nurtured by a nother self grows as she faces the blade towards breast can't live this way questions why she was cared for stabs weakens fades to relieve the pain of her sinks without fear cuz can be no worse desert as the room begins to darken cold wind blows her high above her she lays alone in her bed made of pine wood soul starts to glow as she awaits to see the light sad withered forgotten like she was never there specter waits forever till she can be reborne