life is a journey, getting to know the world.
She was young when she met them, curies and bold.
And with every breath she took she knew her truth a little
better, she felt the pain a little stronger.
Things got clearer sharper and colder.

And so she grew with scars all over her body, still seeking
for her path.
She keeps telling herself that she is wrong, trying to prove
it over and over again.
but with every day that passed, she knows a little better,
that she is on her way, the way to nowhere.

She is tired now, exhausted, looking for an anchor.
Ling on her bed, the ceiling doesn't have the answer.
She is naked on the cold rough floor,
her body is public but her soul never more.

Even thou it feels good, it doesn't make it real, it doesn't
make it right.
so confused,hesitating,  doesn't mean she wants it.
Going numb from all the feelings,
she wants yet doesn't want to feel the pain.

There are times that emotions rise flooding her world,
tearing her to little pieces.
She will never be complete again, her petrified soul hiding
between the shreds,
wanting yet doesn't, to be hole with her body again.

She is tired now, exhausted, looking for an anchor.
Ling on her bed, the ceiling doesn't have the answer.
She is naked on the cold rough floor,
her body is public but her soul never more.

She force herself to feel, but doesn't want to relies whats
causing her pain.
Detach herself from reality but connect herself to shame.
She makes her own scars now, wants to be in control,
she is her only friend, her only enemy, she is alone.

She conquer, she battles, she regains strength,
she fights demands, just to find them over and over again,
she walks threw the dark narrow alleys, on her way,
the way that leads to nowhere.

She is tired now, exhausted, looking for an anchor.
Ling on her bed, the ceiling doesn't have the answer.
She is naked on the cold rough floor,
her body is public but her soul never more.

She cries without a sound,
She is the only one how griefs for her self.
Way me, why not somebody else?


She wants to sleep, but doesn't want you to miss her.
She wants to disappear, ''i wish no one will notice'', she
whisper
she is her own abuser, she feels like it's her fault.
Pacing on her trails, her trails that lead to no where.

She is tired now, exhausted, looking for an anchor.
Ling on her bed, the ceiling doesn't have the answer.
She is naked on the cold rough floor,
her body is public but her soul never more.