Watch her down the stairs!
Losing herself, no kind of self-respect
no self-love, just a bunch of nerves
raging and breaking down
and no one's there to pick her up

Watch her hugging strangers
that only give her nausea and pain
watch her frantically trying
to escape

Watch her wait, watch her break
and sew her organs at the same pace
watch her ****** arms
watch her tears and the void inside

Watch her existing, not blooming anymore
she didn't choose the road, the road chose
"not blooming anymore?" Oh God
she rose from the dead back in time
can she do it twice?

Is she rotting, is she?
She feels like she's dying at such a speed
Fear freeze, fear freeze
How to survive in the belly of the beast?
That madwoman I've been and never been
is here again, I must watch her do her thing