Ask, and maybe I'll tell. |
Mary Grace
Just slit her wrist...
We meet in 6th grade,
I don't know you, you don't know me...
Pretty white lie,
ugly black like...
We meet in 6th grade,
I don't know you, you don't know me...
Mary Grace
Just slit her wrist...
I can see all the hurt,
I can see all the pain...
I wish I had the courage,
To be what I’m not...
Some cut, some cry, some dream, some die. Everyone has a way to cope. |
The Land of Make Believe isn't always a happy place. Sometimes it's you're worse nightmare. |