Jimena hates living in this world

She comes to a point where sanity and insanity become whole

She struggles to understand the meaning of her existence 

Observes the strings tying her here with unwanted hatred, God as her witness

The blade she holds is ready for the task at hand 

But God's wise words holds her in a warm embrace until he can't 

She lies in confusion, a puddle of blood and her crystal like tears 

With nothing to hold on to her but her passionate fears 

Her blood is to warm and her heart to cold

Her future unexplainable, her future foretold

She lies in confusion, a puddle of blood, and her crystal like tears 

The compassionate words from no one she seems to hear

She shivers and her teeth chatter in this nonexistent cold because

Jimena hates living in this world