Looking at her self in slate of glass, Many hours would pass
as future became past, pain infliction seems her only task
No one can save her no not from her past death is in her breath(might be her last)
its in her grasp torturted mind So hurassed
Peers not so kind , so she slowly dies rots as she tears out her (fuckn) insides
There all so blind Called her names ,spoke there lies ,
spreading rumors to make her cry ,(she wants to die)
Her binded thoughts , her grinded soul , for her ,..life is gettin old
She feels so numb her fingers cold, a broken home is all she knows
parents hate her but they love the coke , so they get twisted and make there jokes
No Food prepared , shes on her own , She always sleeps alone
(Wakes up) back to school , down the halls just like a ghost ,
For if she spoke shed likely choke..............