This is not just a story to tell, Let’s better say its an imaginary Hole between the lips of an open soul Waiting to be confessed. There wasn’t any solution To her depression And he everyday carved The wounds across her heart. The smiles became so hard to fake, And the world outside was surreal for her, The solution was far, wait, There wasn’t any right answer. But she found a friend, Yea, a very cold friend, And when the friend was into her She coulkd let her blood flows. She started to meet her friend When times got hard, But she knew it wasn’t ok, She new this visits were harming her. So she said she would stop, But you know words aren’t always true, She meant to heal, But she had memories across her skin. This hurt! This hurt! She wanted to scream so loud, But no one was there to hear it, No one could understand her reason to cry. She stills empty now, Yea, lost and lonely in her world, She cant give up on him, She cant forget. She doesn’t visit her friend anymore, She prefers to cry than see more blood, But this is too hard for her Its hard when everything gets numb. Now she’s just moving on, Waiting for the good times to come, She will always be alone, Cuz he carved a hole, he carved a hole´.