Paper Doll.

In her reflection, shes not what she wants to be.
She wants perfection, she wants everyone to see;
How she feels inside, shes tried to die so many times.
You see the blood run down her arms, but you do nothing to stop the scars.
You said "I Love You" so many times, but it all came out into one big lie.
Death is the only answer to the problem, she sees the fallen angels and she calls for them.
Blackness cuts right through her, like darkness in the night;
She keeps you from her mind, forever out of her sight.
There you go, problem solved, its your fault you treated her like a paper doll.