Freshly cut battle scars merely sharpen her numb
Any comfort once sought couldn't spare her a crumb
Puncturing for release skin as tight as a drum
Closing all roads that lead to her heart

A statistic they say suffering from self abuse
Not that she'd ever use such a flimsy excuse
Many moons have now passed since her demons let loose
Ripped up any path circling her heart

Innocence taken from her when still very young
As the winds of change howled and the pendulum swung
Got her first taste of blood biting down on her tongue
Shredding every string tied to her heart

Chilling loneliness haunting a bottomless soul
Suffocating attempts at regaining control
Her mind wonders down old memory lane for a stroll
Ever further away from her heart

She's a fighter and stands proud at last in a place
Where her undeserved shame finally runs out of space
I'll be first off the mark in the ultimate race
For a chance to get close to her heart