She takes the pills one by one... three by three
in the end she wishes she took none
she takes her knife and makes pretty little lines on her wrists
saying "life isn't me"
after a while there are numerous bracelets on her pretty little wrists and deep cuts on her hips
she says to her self "he must have lied"
she can see death coming near "do you still think I'm pretty?" she thinks to her self
