Everything I say you can think is a lie,
every heartache I've felt you can say is one too...

She's a train wreck and a half,
he found her walking a lonely path...

As the stars fade,
and the dawn rises...

Appearance is your fad,
Boasting about your looks...

Another slit to the wrist; marking herself,
Beauty only a slice away; out of her reach...

You suffered for her,
now she's trying to be something...

The girl you adored,
is gone forever...

This is just venting, so it might not have flow or...
She's the princess of being broken...

Kissing the mirror; obsessed with your reflection,
red lipsticks prints; in love with yourself...

She's a young girl; only sixteen,
but she's a drama queen about everything...

There is a hint of a dance technique in death,
a certain design to the whole dying process...

She burnt down her house with herself inside,
a young girl; only sixteen with big dreams...