There she goes out in the cold,
no one to turn to so she runs back home,
They promised her a life,
A masterpiece she'll adore,
But when looks in the mirror all she fights is a war,
So she grabs a bottle of liquor & a knife,
And runs in her room,
She locks the door and starts to cry,
She screams into the pillow as she says her last goodbye,
This is not my life it's all a lie,
She sits on the floor and sinks the knife into her skin,
The blood starts to escape,
It's surely goin to win,
She takes the liquor and pours it on her wrist,
She listens to her cries as she writhe in bliss,
Her eyes rolls back,
She loses her composure,
The blood starts to spew,
the pool is gettin larger,
NOw this is it, the wound is open,
the skin she once adored is no more,
to much pressure, this is life,
Sry she couldn't take this shit no more,
this is how she falls,
Slumped to the floor,
With her knife in her hand,
Liquor spilled all over as this,
Puts an end to her life span. |
