Its like sometimes |
I Know I Made Alot Of |
Sunburned face and drunken mother crying as shes carving in her flesh |
Just Take it, don't worry |
& the way my heart broke |
They don't know, in her skin razors sink. |
Her arms now full of lines, Her artistic way of doing things, Instead of complaints and whines |
Dolled up hair, fake skin on...baby your just a make up kind of beauty |
I'm a strong girl, keeping my shit in line |
Not everyone is meant to live, |