Don't give up on the pieces, cracks and shreds,
What was left of her is already dead.
{it hurts, it really does. More than she could handle}
It only hurts you when it becomes scandal.
Don't resist, it's like quicksand, merciless and slow
What was left of you turns to where the cold wind blows.
{it's cold, so cold. a fever of the night.}
Stars light up but the song never stays bright.
