Fragmented mind, body in ecstasy,

She loses herself in what she can no longer return,

Like a veil covering the raw truth,

And the search for something to make her breathe

The world is a stage, pain is the curtain,

But she's still waiting for the lost scene

The promise of relief that is never fulfilled,

And the emptiness spreads, like fire that burns

Time doesn't matter, the world doesn't see,

Pain is a poison she learns to drink.

In the gleam of needles, escape is found,

But death lurks, silent and ready.

She falls again, chasing the high,

A needle in the vein, to kiss the sky.

Empty promises in the haze,

She’s lost in the fog, caught in a maze.

The world is a stage, pain is the curtain,

But she's still waiting for the lost scene

The promise of relief that is never fulfilled,

And the emptiness spreads, like fire that burns

Time doesn't matter, the world doesn't see,

Pain is a poison she learns to drink.

In the gleam of needles, escape is found,

But death lurks, silent and ready.

She's looking for consolation, looking for peace,

But the medicine she craves is the disease of her soul.

In the embrace of the needle, she feels alive,

But the cost of this love is the price of life

The world is a stage, pain is the curtain,

But she's still waiting for the lost scene

The promise of relief that is never fulfilled,

And the emptiness spreads, like fire that burns

Time doesn't matter, the world doesn't see,

Pain is a poison she learns to drink.

In the gleam of needles, escape is found,

But death lurks, silent and ready.