Little girl shaking from her OD on Codine
vison blurring, skin twitching...

Sitting on the bathroom counter
door locked, lights dim...

The little anorexic wannabe,
biting her lip and sucking in her stomach...

Hands inside my pockets
hiding the bruises on my knuckles...

I've never had a dad
To selfish to help me survive...

Brushing her fingers across my imperfections
Claiming them to be beautiful...

I met an angel today,
With eyes that could see God...

I watch him secretly through my lashes
He knows how I tend to stare...

So it seems the nightmares ended
and the sunrise has just begun...

Teenage drama?
That was child's play...

(Verse)
I found this new confidence, I found a cure...

She shudders so hard the earth shakes
her eyelids ache and burn...