I need a hero to make me sane.
All these years I've suffered in vain.
The constant hate and
The constant fear

Is enough to make this
Destroyed girl shed a crimson tear.
Like the meaning
Behind the beautiful rose,

Who am I?
No one knows.
I show unreal emotions.
I'm fake.

The me you can't see
Is too much to take.
My soul is gone.
I'm the walking dead.

I can't tell you how much I've bled.
My life is taken,
I have nothing to live for.
The darkness has won my constant war.