She woke up this morning,
Forgetting how to smile,
Regretting that she lived.
She was holding onto nothing,
Clinging to the void.
Though her face is porcelain,
Her lips are rubies,
And her eyes are emeralds,
Her heart is ice.
Beautiful is empty.
Forgetting how to smile,
Regretting that she lived.
She was holding onto nothing,
Clinging to the void.
Though her face is porcelain,
Her lips are rubies,
And her eyes are emeralds,
Her heart is ice.
Beautiful is empty.