In a way.

She's just another girl.
Trying to figure out the world.

In a way she's just like you,
worring about your apperence.
Is she good enough? Does he like her?

At the same time she's different,
there are extra things she needs to worry about.

Is her make-up going to cover the scars,
is someone going to notice.

The blade is her drug, she's addicted now.
The blood is what opens up her lungs,
it's what gets her breathing again.

She's more then just another girl,
she's emotionally damaged,
begging for more.

Remember though, she's just like you.
In a way.