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Little Girl

The sky cries
And I weep with it
I bleed with the world
As its eyeliner runs down its cheeks
The black lines form roads of darkness
Leading little girls astray
You can’t save them all
You can’t save them all
So cry with me, little girl
Black tears of pain
Bleed with me, little girl
White blood
White blood
Stilettos won’t save you, little girl
High heels of boots break
And we all fall down
Ashes ashes
We all fall down
As we grow up and die
On our own dark eyeliner road
Paved with tears we’ve cried
Try to see, little girl
Try to see
You try so hard to impress everyone
But the eyeliner
And mascara
And eye shadow
And tight clothes
And fancy boots
And glitter
They all smear together
When you cry because
Nothing makes a difference
And blend with the ebony tears
To form the dark road you follow
So cry with me, little girl
Black tears of pain
Bleed with me, little girl
White blood
White blood
Cry with me because nothing matters anymore
Bleed with me because nothing matters anymore
Black tears
White blood
All draining towards the center
Where the world bleeds white
And the sky cries black
And the soul burns furious red
And the heart freezes ice blue
And the grass turns dead brown
And the innocent eyes turn a predator’s orange
And the water turns poisonous green
And everything spirals out of control
Because no one will let you in
No one will let you in
Even with your freaking eyeliner
No one will let you in
Even with your new hair
New clothes
New face
New….
So much new you can’t even recognize yourself
The person staring back from the mirror isn’t you
Little girl
There’s no soul behind those painted eyes
There’s no heart under that exposed skin
So cry with me, little girl
Black tears of pain
Bleed with me, little girl
White blood
White blood
You’ve started down that dark eyeliner path
In those designer shoes
And you can’t turn back now
You can’t turn back now
You’re too far in
Those skinny model legs can’t carry you back
Try to see, little girl
Try to see
They still won’t let you in
Even when you’ve sold your soul for them
Little girl
Those flare jeans won’t buy you a ticket to heaven
Little girl
Those made-up eyes you see the world with won’t let you see the world
Little girl
That size 1 dress you wear won’t grant you happiness
Little girl
So cry with me, little girl
Black tears of pain
Bleed with me, little girl
White blood
White blood
The time of red blood
Has drained away with the purest of joys
And the illusion of happiness
Is popular these days
Smile for the camera, little girl
So they know what a good time they think you’re having
Paint a smile on your face
With the same stuff you use to paint on the rest of yourself
Use cover-up to blot out your pain
Little girl
The rest of the world is too busy covering themselves up
To look at you
And you’re too busy looking at yourself
To notice them too
So cover-up your pain for the no one that’s looking
Little girl
Even though you’re the only one looking
You still can’t see
So cry with me, little girl
Black tears of pain
Bleed with me, little girl
White blood
White blood
Poor little girl
Cry your black tears
Poor little girl
Bleed your white blood
Poor little girl
Who followed the eyeliner road
You poor little girl
I wish I could have saved you



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