You see her, you know what she wears,
Lots of black and earrings, several pairs.
She hates her life and everyone in it,
Which kills her mother cause she's her spitting image.
Her best friend is her razor blade,
Her plans for the future? Those are delayed.
So as you see, she cuts and bleeds black,
And when she leaves tonight, she's never coming back.
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