It's all so black that she wonders
If it will ever be white again.
She's washing her hands of all the shame,
And the taste of that original sin.
It's all so dark that she prays
That there will be some kind of light.
She's lost the will to open her eyes,
The urge to take a stand and fight.
It's all so cold that she weeps.
The warmth has fled this shell.
She's plainly bewildered, cause she never knew
It could be this cold in hell.
It's all so sad that she can't help but wish
That she could smile once more.
She feels the pain of that empty space.
She wonders what her heart was for.