Stop haunting me with your face
Never again will I lay in disgrace
And through it all I sill can't hate
Not een as a little girl, only eight
Even if it was my life that got taken away
I'm slightly disgruntled, but I'll be okay
I've been screaming for te help of an angel
And it's your hands that begin to strangle
My skin's still burning, so tender and raw
But I'll just save myself at the end of it all