There's razorblades in her bloodstream
Speeding up as needles pierce her skin
It hurts but she can't help it
All her scars exist within
She crawls with no destination
She'll fall if she tries to stand
With lifeless eyes and a barren soul
Holding on with only one hand
And she screams "what am i to you
But a girl you never knew
Why don't you crusify me
And end up worshipping me too
Write a book with empty words
Put one in every home
Once read by those who understand
In death i won't be alone!"
With her hand in the shape of a gun
She put it up to her head
She whispered "f you liar"
Said "bang" and fell down dead
I'd tell you that girl is me, dying everday
I'd tell you that girl is me, but then what would you say?
I'd tell you it hurts, but i know you just don't care
To understand you must have a heart
And yours isn't even there
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