• perfect girl she is called
    but everyone is wrong
    imperfect life she leads
    and this is what she sees

    cries at night tell the pain
    of her short life but long game
    one jump or bullet to the face
    is all it would take
    just to end the sorrow

    best friends boyfriends
    it just doesnt matter
    nothing to her matters anymore

    she thinks to sell her body
    to people she doesn't know
    or go to New York and get shot
    maybe ever go farther more...

    her town haunts her as do the scars
    her parents yelling, sister crying
    and her... silently going insane

    dead dead dead
    die die die
    every day she just cries
    tears stream down her face
    and thats when she turned to lust
    and pleasure

    she wants to die forever
    but her girlfriend wont let her
    girlfriends lust is wrong
    broken only by sorrow
    sex is not enough

    blood drips down her slightly tan arms
    her blonde hair covers her face
    death will be nice tonight...like always

    this girl who is she?
    why does she cry so desperately?
    this girl was me, suicidal me
    i love me now and what i am
    but... all the rest of the world should die