I keep cutting at this rope that holds me, I call out to the shadows to know I'm not alone.
When I look into the mirror I see nothing

Despair it's written upon these walls that surround me.
Dead flowers lay in my garden.
I walk these very halls of the mansion.
My lace skirt flows behind me with the sound of my light footsteps padding down on the floor.

They saw they hear the cracking of the floor boards,
but they see nothing while I see a whole another dimension.
They don't open the closet door because it's locked, but  if only they did they'd set me free they'd see the ropes that hang me.

Voice's they'd hear them screaming pleading for answer of who created this crime,
who would do such a thing to such
an innocent girl?

The answer lies beneath these walls, but yet none hear the calls from Heaven and all.
I didn't do this to myself,
no, they did it to me.

If only they'd see me I could give them the answers.
I could finally have justice,
but they run out the front door to leave this mystery.

I sit by the door peeping out the window watching my only hope for the truth leaving.
Will I ever be leaving these walls or is this my eternity?
Justice will you be reaped?!