19 February 2013
Bruised knees and tired eyes, This time, her hands are tied.
She searched for answers, but came up empty. She doesn't know where she's supposed to be.
Broken into pieces, again and again, Until nothing but dust is left of her.
Time after time, A broken record. On the floor again, bleeding repentance.
She was looking for peace in a world of chaos. Now she cries, mourning the loss.
It's the same old cycle of pain and abuse. Next time, she's got nothing left to lose.
Repeat • Opuss № I