Miss Suicidal

As she steps into the sunshine,
Lips and Eyes sewed up in merciless abandon.
She drowns in her own devious thoughts in her corrupted mind.
Miss Suicidal, do you know what death means?
Miss Suicidal you're taking the road of broken dreams.
Her translucent skin doesn't hide a thing.
Such a fallen angel with blood as cold as artic nights in forgotten iciness
She can't move now as she imagines herself in iron chains.
Miss Suicidal are you weak on your feet?
Miss Suicidal, you keep your problems so discreet.
She knows that when she reaches out for help,
She's loosing her futile sanity,
So she keeps to herself.
But there will be a day that her heart will explode within her.
Miss Suicidal, have you had more that you can take?
Oh, Miss Suicidal, you can never stop that ache.
She tries so hard to become her own consciousness,
Though she can't achieve her goal without being someone else.
The difficulty of this magnitude will escalate until she can never again feel her own flesh.
Miss Suicidal, are you going to give in?
Miss Suicidal, every blessing has become a sin.