I am the girl from Edinburgh

and I haven't a language of my own.
-wee girl, wee girl, take a rest; watch your thoughts flow like water from the firth.

I am the quiet one, the one who could kill for nothing and not cry nor shiver. I am not what I've seen, I ain't what I seem to be and I do not seem like I look. My face is pale like cotton-snow, my hair has got the colours of Mars and my eyes are beautiful, but my hand, it won't let it go. My nails sink into your skin and I watch your life or your seed flow like water from the firth; My thoughts? they're as steady as me fingers. I know what I like.