As I stand by the mirror
on the medicine cabinet...

I am an artist
That noone knows...

Maybe if I was more pretty
Or Maybe If i wasn't so tall...

She covers her arms and hopes no one notices.
Last night there was just too much pain...

They are an obsession
An obsession I cannot stop...

Around around
In this sick sick carousel...

Laying in your bed all night
checking to see if you missed his call...

Why does he make me do it?
He knows I’m under age...

These feelings
are they real...

I'm too complicated, too unsure- I ask too much...
Someday, I will work past my problems. Someday...

The blade of depression cuts,
The blood of self-hate bleeds...

Everyone stares as she slowly falls apart.
She tried being what they wanted...