Countless nights she cries herself to sleep
Countless days she tries not to weep
To love is forbidden in her empty life
Bound to hurt she don’t know why

Isolated in a room of strong bleak bars
Reminiscing the worthlessness of her memoirs
Her first kiss from Sorrow made everything cold
Her hand will never be free from the ashes’ hold

The birds have died and the clouds went gray
Too bad for her she don’t know how to pray
Everlastingly she’d live with her guillotine
For all she could love is a headless mannequin.