Denied to me
           My insanity
Crawled away
           With my skin
Teardrops
           Like golden feathers
Drifting like a cloud
           Mist on my face
Just a cold touch of
           Death...

You can cut my wrists
           I choose fire to free me
You can tell me no
           But I do it anyway

Bleed me dry
           Like the brittle bones I lie on
Don't cry for me
           As if I helped you in the first place

You can shed my tears
           I choose to die alone
You can try to hold me back
           But I choose to let go