Slow motion; don't say anything,
Better left unsaid, refrain as she always did.
Pretty words I read them from a book, expressing her face(?) she's only worthy of perfect.
But nothing's what it seems, cavalier and sadistically(?), smile she fronted and the making of a fine way to an end,
She suddenly will not give in...
In...
In...
She's worn thin.

So close your eyes, so your ears can see,
Black hearts appear in nightmare or daydream, cause when she smiles, it's just a low grade attempt of hiding the truth of what's real and what's pretend.

So nothing's what it seems,
Pixilated memories,
Smile she fronted and the making of a fine way to an end,
She suddenly will not give in...
In...
In...
She's worn thin.

Help for this girl's in trouble, something's gone missing,
Something within me, a love for a passion,
Emotion is crashing,
And nothing is working,
She turns for a final farewell with her chin down,
A tear rolling slowly,
She'll ask if we're going,
What is believing if no one can see me and nobody knows me,
Nobody holds me,
Open up your eyes for a safe land,
She's falling,
She's falling,
She's falling,
In...
In...
In...
In...
She's worn thin.