"Baby girl, stand up. This world’s in need of beauty, and it has taken you for granted. And the pain consumes what’s in you. Your closest ones held back by the length of an arm. Unable to reach. Unable to reach...reach. You have no idea what you put yourself through. Keep on pushing yourself to the floor, you’re wasting away... You’re steady in your own demise. ...in your self-made hell. Can you feel this racing through your veins? This is all you need. Why do you do the things that you do to yourself? You do this to yourself. It’s so hard to live with your hands down your throat. It’s so hard to live with your hands down your throat."
"I am not in control...I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to keep. I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to call my own. It always takes what’s left of me. It always takes what’s left of me. It always takes what’s left...it takes what’s left...it takes what’s left of me. I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to keep. A lesson here is deserved."
"I built your heart. I built your heart. I built that heart for me. I built your heart. That heart was built for love. That heart was built for love. That heart was built for love. You’ll never fill the void. You’ll never fill the void. Breathe deep, let the smoke fill your lungs. You’re steady in your own demise.
