One friend sits alone in a field,
She used to have someone with her.
That someone left,
And took both hearts with her.
Her friend broke her promise.
Now all that's left is the wind beside her.
The wind is not enough to hold her down.
The girl with cuts and scars on her arms lets go,
And drifts away with her new friend the wind.
She closes her eyes and smiles,
There's nothing holding her here.