• There she goes
    walking down the street
    every bowing at her feet
    do the scars on her wrist
    means theres no bliss
    while hiding the killers face
    trying to find her place
    in the world of dyeing grace
    she lets out a scream
    the poison flowing threw her bloodstream
    cutting off oxygen
    full of adrenalin
    A hint of almonds
    She finally ended her life