Thanks for everything,
For creating my double life,
What people see and what you caused
Are two complete different things,
So the little scared girl you made
Holds in the regret of ever trying to help,
Because she knows well that it was
Never worth it,
And she'd be happier if she left,
But your grip on her neck is too strong
To break,
But people don't know,
They don't see it,
They see a smiling face,
A happy girl,
Because if she told your secret,
Your grip will tighten on her neck,
And she will be no more.
