Through the windmill she walks she finds no other way
She looks inside and finds she cannot change
They were both alcoholics at different times of her life
She thought she'd be immune to this but she chose to have their strife
Through the windmill she walks
Feels her options closing in
She looks inside and finds her blood is growing thin
And as this girl walks into her windmill
The worms make their home in her skin
The music becomes all that she loves
It leaves no room for food or water
Only room for more drugs
She feels so f*cking lonely
Even when she's with her best f*cking friends
She feels so f*cking lonely
That she wastes her life; the bitch is dead
To the basement she walks
She knows there's only one way
One way, to get out
Out the windmill she walks
She's finally out
All the new faces
She can't live without.