I’m stuck in this one-room house,
not a sound, silence too loud,
haunted by thoughts of you,
dead again
before coming back to life

Carrie at the dance,
blood on her dress,
the crown slipping
through my hands,
your laugh

Who will I be now?
Waking up brand new
Sometimes love doesn’t work out
no matter how many walls
you break down,
there’s always another
door to break in,
another puzzle piece
to fit,
pulling myself back on my feet,
a body reinvented,
who will I be
when I don’t really
want to be me

I’ve been here before
I don’t want to be here anymore,
a new me I haven’t met yet,
a body reinvented,
who will I be
when there’s nothing
left of me.