Oh she has so many things
Her life a fantasy of kings and queens
But for some reason she takes upon her fortune
And drowns her self in sorrows of her very own culture
She looks reflection in the mirror
Of a person who has turned so sinister
Oh she wants and gets all her hearts galour
But fails to notice that she is actually poor
Her sick mind is covered up by her smile
From one flick of the eyes her pain is blocked for a while
She causes the pain so she accepts the blame
As many of things has given her unwanted fame
She burns a hole in her favorite shirt
Then buys another to cover up the hurt
Retail therapy for the clinically depressed
I'M FINE she lies as these words are oftenly said
Talking about her day with little detail
Instead of being broken down left being frail
The lines to faint she can hardly breath
As she lies on the dirt... mud covers her knees
She is lying on the damp forest floor
Fallen leaves surrounding her... not caring anymore
Her fingers are sunken into the muddy cover
As the rain beats down she cries to be tougher
Crimson tears fall from each sunken eye
Falling apart not crying in time
She wipes her face with her muddy hand
Removing her sodden hair each and every strand
Her face uncovered black lines run across her cheeks
She cries to the heaven TAKE ME
so pulls a knife from beneath the ground
God had given it... she had found
She took the knife to her skin
Paused for a moment just slowly thinking
Rain fell heavily on her tired body
Her memory recalled her terrible story
She never wanted to give in but god gave her the key
Now all that is left for us is memories
