Her eyes are swollen
her cheeks bright red...
I'm sorry for being born,
And for being in your life...
The pain keeps cutting deeper,
with every passing day...
My hands are shaking because of you,
with the pressure of the greatest fall...
Little girl
Dry your tears...
Eating away at her soul
the sadness doesn't go...
Take a look
What do you see...
They look at her
They see perfection...
The only thing thats killing her
is the razor that is in her hand...
To make her feel beautiful she puts on her face
But as the day goes on the tears wash it away...
I don't know what I want
I don't know what I need...
You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise...