she lives underneath her skin full of wicked scars
they kill her soul unnoticed
she bleeds solitude
because nobody's looking
she walks in the abyss of despair
her feet both tremble
she can't even feel the cold tiles
but she speaks okay to everyone she met
she gaze upon the glittery dusts
spread all over the skies
the moon shines bright
the dark night turns alive
she peels off her smile
and the wolf starts to cry