Вершы: Acacia Strain, The. All She Wrote.

It never stops raining.

With daggers sewn through her heart, she cries.

She cries, she cries

Filled with confusion, she cries

"No one can help me until I can help myself.

And I can't help myself."



Frozen throughout, exposing broken skin

One week, one more week

She can't take anymore burning in her mind



"Why can't I sever your head?

Why can't I sever your memory?"



The image burned through her eyes has made it onto the mirror.

Broken glass reflecting on the shards of the past.

Forcefed memories, walking on tacks

Please pull the knife out of my back

And I'll the knife out of yours

"You can't stop the rain," she says.

"You can't stop the rain."