She's been in the basement

Trying to hide from all

The days the nights land and sea

Talking to a ball of yarn

Shutting her sleepless eyes

To the world that she left if she did

Thought that she could name them

And it could spare someone

As she saw herself in a mirror

Slightly steamed with her sigh

The tear that's not going to dry

And the fear that she gets used to

The words that she hates for the reason she hates

Hollows of dreaming of the past

The prayer for the dead who got a slap in the face

Feeling of picking up a broken cup

Still doesn't want to mend her ways

For the purity of blue after rain

To the world that she left if she did