with frizzy red hair and a black dress.
with chapped lips and cold hands, she starts to feel less and less.
won't you let someone in today?
let them dry your tears and hold you close.
why do you lie to yourself?
why do you try to win something, that you will obviously lose.
can't you feel love?
why are you so numb?
destruction is beauty
you tell yourself.
you think that destroying yourself will achieve happiness.
disaster, disaster, disaster.
stop punishing yourself.
killing the only good voice left.
those voices aren't real.
those things you feel,
those emotions you suppress---
perfectly wrecked disaster.