A young girl, about 15
Wakes up, looks in the mirror, and hates what she sees.
Goes to the bathroom and throws it all up
But somehow she's still not good enough
A young girl, struggling through school
Flaw after flaw, no one thinks she's cool
A young girl, simply hating who she is
Promised herself this isn't all there is
Because there had to be more than this
Simply, she hates who she is
A young girl, cries herself to sleep
Day after day all she does is weep.
And soon enough, all the tears are gone,
So she looks to other things like a knife or maybe a bong.
A young girl, slits down her wrist
She sobs and wonders why there's no more than this
A swig from the bottle, to take away the pain
Quick flush the toilet and get rid of those blood stains
Little girl can't you see
You're much more than this
But alas it's too late
She's already met deaths kiss.