Her eyes shot through you like a poisioned dart
They reflect her frozen, bleeding heart
And echo the times she's cried as one
You think she's soulless after she tore out her tongue
You toy with their image of a knife in her grip
After all, it suits her attitude and curled lip
You cower back as she walks by
And you never even just wonder why
She looks like an angel torn apart
Why nothing in her life soothes her heart
You avoid her like the rest, ignore her and still
You jsut leave her to sit and feel the cruel wind's chill