I don't know who I am
I left every piece of myself somewhere in a dark room
Now I lie on the floor like broken bottles
Shattered and left alone in the cold the wind blew in

Every single word I write
I hear your voice in the hallways of this empty house
These days I just don't bleed like I used to bleed
I'm burning from the inside every time I see your face

Tell me, what's it like being beautiful?
You walk with angels at your feet
Wanna steal your clothes, your hair, your face
If only just for a little while

You took the last thing I had
My only hope at getting out of these cold black chains
I don't got nowhere to run without a home
And what's the good in talking if I've got nothing to say?