Another slit to the wrist; marking herself,
Beauty only a slice away; out of her reach,
Closet full of skeletons; waiting to be let out,
Dozens of lies; searching for truths,
Enough with the make-up; it's time to fake a smile,
Finally to free the voice; within this hollow shell,
Getting another mark; from this loyal blade,
Harboring a million nightmares; only to wake up to another one,
Intentions so cruel; yet so unbelievably real,
Jaws of fate; crushing her every dream,
Knife's blade growing dull; yet still so sharp,
Masking her emotions; so thick with lies,
Never letting it all out; emotionally unstable,
Out of time for fun; it's all about staging from here,
Pacing down the path of loneliness; forever in misery,
Risking it all; for one more stage perfomance,
Sinful thoughts running through your mind; death, a slice away,
Tears brushed off on the floor; with nothing to gain,
Vision so blurred; life seems pointless at this stage,
Worried about their opinions; where's yours?
You're another pretty face; you fooled them all,
Zipping through the end; until you're no more.
