Perfect

With make up on her eyes,
and scars upon her her wrists.
no body ever knew,
that she'd do this.

her hair sits in a pony,
her head is facing down.
Every one tells her to smile.
she tells them its just upside down.

dodge the rumours,
and dodge the looks
she did what she did can
and whatever it took

come to your house,
it was never a home,
lock your bathroom door
cause you'll die alone

You write you last message
and its writing with your pain,
no ones f u c k i n g perfect
but you know you wrote in vain.