With a noose around my heart I am hung right in the center of your closet There on display, alone I will be the most appeasing now So you can pick me to wear Blood stained Torn apart Worn out I ask these lost meanings That I know so well "What will make me see in the dark?" "True love" And my eyes open up Then the sun burnt out So I sacrificed it all, all I had left for once last glimpse of her Then I fell apart So I ask these lost meanings: to be blood stained, worn out, and torn apart "Why haven't I been given my life back?" And I knew it was because I gave my heart away to a sharpened blade