Behind every filter, behind every smile
Is a girl that is trapped just wanting to die.
Behind every picture, behind every look
Is someone who lives their life in a lie.
Behind those eyes the demon sits and he waits.
He scratches the very walls of her brain
He wants her to die, he wants her to fail.
He calls her a junkie as she cries for help.
She searches for the needle, she reaches for the pipe
An addict in all ways but it seems alright,
It's just a little hit, it's just a little poke
As long as she can keep him away for the night.
She used to be pretty, it used to be fun.
Now she's a tore back wisp that is spun.
She used to want more, to take care of her son.
Now she ends each day before it's begun.
Each day is a search, each day is a chore
She silently cries help while the demon screams more!
She's losing herself and what she once was
All because of the day she took that one puff...
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