• There are strings falling from my back,
    Chains around my wrists to keep me on track,
    Screams and pains I have made my own,
    These heavy shackles of which I must call home.

    Pull the strings, make me behave,
    Do not let me have the love, of which my heart will crave.
    Make me smile, force a laugh,
    My insides scatter, my mind off track.

    Beyond these now deep black eyes,
    Are the unheard screams and cries.
    As these slits on my skin, raise to be seen,
    I'm just a lost girl, an unforgiven teen.

    I plead and pray for a family,
    Of which will love and take care of me.
    All I want is just one last hope,
    A faith, something to let me cope.

    Please, God, anyone out there,
    Can you hear me? Do I belong here?
    I need someone, I need a hero,
    Save me from myself, from this show.

    With no hope, a new all time low,
    My eyes grow dark, my chest grows a hole,
    My emotions, everything, gets washed to the back,
    I become a corpse, a robot, just a name on a plack.

    There are strings falling from my back,
    Chains around my wrists to keep me on track,
    Screams and pains I have made my own,
    These heavy shackles of which I must call home.