So picture perfect, the young girl, only seventeen.
She's so pretty, her high school beauty queen.
With her big green eyes and her long blonde hair,
Kristen and her boyfriend were the perfect pair.
Everyone thought things were going so well,
but no one knew about the calls on his cell.
Kristen's boyfriend was a liar and a fake,
they had no clue about the hits she had to take.
He beat her up and called her names.
Behind her fake smile, she hid the pain.
He told her "If you leave me, I'll make you sorry."
She said "Kyle, you don't have to worry."
Each and every day, Kristen put up with his shit.
She knew what would happen if she tried to stop it.
The girl hated being held against her will,
so to ease the pain, she took pill after pill.
The next morning when she awoke, she reached for the blade.
She looked at her arm, where the marks had started to fade.
She made more cuts, she carved them with a twist,
she drew them with a razor blade, she engraved them on her wrist.
Kristen watched, as the blood dripped on the floor,
called him on the phone, told him "I can't do this anymore"
She decided she finally had to get out,
it's too bad this was her only route.
The knew her as the popular girl, so prim and proper,
but there was something that no one knew about her.
Everyone thought she had the perfect life,
no one knew her best friend was a knife.
