• Innocence shattered,
    Torn, beaten, and tattered.
    Ripped out by a blood-stained hand.
    Tried to pick it back up, but it's too weak to stand.
    Too sharp to put back together,
    I'm broken forever.
    Don't try to fix me anymore,
    It's you now, that I abhor.
    It's you who flew me so high,
    And you who left me out to dry.

    I can't pick myself up,
    I'm still lying here, where you left me on the floor.

    Blood is everywhere,
    It's on my dress and in my hair.
    The little girl you once knew,
    Is left with a picture he drew,
    On her smooth, pretty skin.
    Oh where, oh where have they been?
    I gasped for air,
    My entire being in despair.
    How could they leave?
    I tried to speak out, but my voice fell on deaf ears, will they now grieve?

    I can't pick myself up,
    I'm still lying here, where you left me on the floor.