The blood soaked towel
She used too wrap her scares
relveals a very sad story
Of a young girls despair
She's known for her depression
And her cocaine obsession,
They tried to help, but those bridges she burned,
They just assumed that she would never learn
Feeling hopeless and all alone
Inside the trap house she felt at home
Line after line till she feels completely numb
Living on the streets she feels like a bum
Looks at her reflection and wonders what she has become
Broke, homeless, and no one to turn too
She's feeling hopeless and doesn't know what to do
She starts thinking thoughts of suicide
Fuck her life , mutilation seems justified
Damnation is errivedable too deny
She takes the knife and cuts deep enough to rectify
Her soul now fading right before her eyes
Now taken to t afterlife
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