And as she lies there, dreaming of your bed,
A thousand images of you still in her head
And with each new cut, she feels the pain grow less,
And as she tells herself it’s just another test.
Can she get through to the other side?
Even though she feels herself divide
And all that she has left is memory,
but she can be, what she wants to be
Can she get through to the other side of this?
Though he took all she had, and he...