***** burns my throat but your name hurts my head
So I would rather black out with a hangover than stare blankly at my hands
Trying to forget what it was like to touch you

Out there, that's the paper.
And me?
I'm the pen.

K R W

As if covering yourself in blankets
And wearing expensive mascara will protect your heart this time.

K R W

If only I grew some *****,
Life would be so much easier...

K R W

You broke my bones until there was nothing left to me.
You've taken everything else,
Why not my soul?

K R W

I just hope that all of this living will be worth something in the end

K R W

Every time I look in the mirror
All I see is a broken girl staring back.

Whenever I look into my eyes
Images of a stranded soul flood my brain.

A broken heart I've learnt to live with
But a damaged and darken soul will be the death of me

K R W