With a noose around my heart
I am hung right in the center of your closet
There on display, alone
I will be the most appeasing now
So you can pick me to wear
Blood stained
Torn apart
Worn out
I ask these lost meanings
That I know so well
"What will make me see in the dark?"
"True love"
And my eyes open up
Then the sun burnt out
So I sacrificed it all, all I had left for once last glimpse of her
Then I fell apart
So I ask these lost meanings: to be blood stained, worn out, and torn apart
"Why haven't I been given my life back?"
And I knew it was because I gave my heart away to a sharpened blade
