How was she so empty
Oh how she was so numb
Unsure if pain could be felt
Or if she was finally done

She played her arm like a violin
She had to check and see
Was there any music left inside her
Any passion any glee

No pain was felt
But how she dealt
She saw the music
All red it slowly melt

Few do understand
What boiled under her skin
What she was scratching to dig out
Wasn't a simple sin

She had to find the music
She had to know the truth
Underneath the tears
She still had some of those roots