There's a haunting dwelling in her brain
A feeling so trying flooding in with the rain
Voices hurt her just the same
Her lack of progress has every voice stained

Falling tears are signs of weakness, she's been taught
But on her bed her strength shows all she hasn't brought
Every lesson hits her as if it was a lethal shot
So she breaks herself until there's nothing left to rot

Neither blood nor scars, she leaves it to inwardly break
She slams her door and drowns the regret, alone with no one to fake
And melodically she screams, tells what's been at stake
Her lack of progress is known when he says her name

Because there's a haunting dwelling in her brain
A feeling of these times clots in her veins
Voices that hurt her never do fade
For her lack of progress has, on her, been stained