I don't hate her, I hate what she's become
The laughing and the tears
And the cruel eyes studying you

The first one
The first
The one

The first one fought till it was done
The right stuff, the pain, it drips
Stare in these eyes while the hands lose grip

The second one, the one, the lie
The silent one that dwelled outside
The second one who whispered then yelled
The second one dared though fell

The third, the first of the last
Just a stranger unknown from the past
The third one who stares and stays
The third, cold and damp since days

A fourth, flinched, clamped
In the end it makes no sense
The fourth, a twitch to crawl
The end dwells in us all

We all go a little mad sometimes
Haven't you