Me and my heart we'll see it through,
Pound on the same old pale scars,
The same kind of agony that the mirror rips and tears,
Filling me up on the inside with tears,
My own skin I'm hiding in,
A full pulse in the back of my throat,
A shudder down my spine as my body studders,
Wondering how well my head will see it through,
Knowing that it's my head, and not my heart that makes my body shudder...