I'm tired of playing the part,
Of a little girl who, can't use her heart.
I'm broken, torn and scarred,
From all the poison, you threw at us.
But you won't know, 'coz you can't see,
the tattered child, you've made of me.
You'll follow me, into my dreams
And spit your words, so desperately.
I'll wash my hands of this tragic mess.
And truth can't cure the blind, if they don't care to see.