You think you know me, but you know nothing at all.
Neither do I. I don't know me.
Lost myself on a battleground. I think I died.
And something new replaced the old me.
I call her 'Nobody'.
Nobody's veins are full of ice.
Her heart's full of ice.
Her eyes full of...you know... ice.
She's like icequeen, only colder.
Emotionless, empty, a shell or ghost.
Her reality is somewhere else. Far away from here.
The world outside her house scares her to death.
The people look at her, like she's a freak. Freakish as can be. A weirdo.
She tries to be little, to not be seen.
Nobody is afraid of being judged. That's because at home,
she's judged all the time, and always something goes wrong.
She just fucks everything up. Or that's what they tell her...
Nobody has also learned to shut the world away. She has an escape.
There's a place in her mind, that takes her away.
It's like an empty white room. There's paints in different colors.
She paints a whole new world around her. It's like a wonderland.
So beautiful. Then she sings those broken songs.
She's fucked up, but I quess that's what's keeping her alive, somehow. A living dead.