Hidden is her heart, stuck deep inside Pierced like the veins she filled with needles Her life a haze, her friends shifting like the winds Too many lovers, no one that loved her Pain becomes a friend, kindness a mystery Clean is a different word for her And the sickness it brings worse than we feel She tries, and fails, and tries again Finally, tired of the fog, she does it And now, her spirit lies hidden, afraid to fly She doesn't want to go too high Afraid to love, that it will not be enough She was there once, and won't go back So instead she hides, a chameleon in the dark