Somehow, he took away my mind
and now I'm drowning in my heart
because there is nowhere else
for me to hide.

Let's burn the paper roses which I hang
from this chandelier of falsity together.
Cradling the ash in our hands and laughing
as we dance together in the strange
light which comes from nowhere, we can be free.
This place has a glow which comes only
from you; without you, my tiny room is dark
and cold and my breath shatters the silence
with droplets of ice and blood.

I am utterly, entirely yours,
For only you to destroy.

What I once would call a friend
is dying at my feet
and I can't even say
that I recognise their face.

These words are all I have - hear me
talking, talking.
These words are all I am - hear me
talking, talking.
I hear you calling me in the dead of night.
I can hear you crying in the dead of night.

You lean towards despair at any given
opportunity, always tripping
over the fence that way. But maybe, just
maybe, you'll understand some day that

these words are all I have so hear me
talking, talking.
These words are all I am so hear me
talking, talking.
Hear me calling in the dead of night.
Please hear me crying in the dead of night.

Somewhere within me
lies a girl, but this face is
just cracked plaster.

Somehow it's possible
to go from the pretty girl
to absolutely nothing
at the opening of a mirror.