There's marks on her body.
The cuts on her wrists,
The bruises on her legs,
The bags under her eyes.

These marks you see, she makes.
The cuts she does,
is to feel something.
The bruises she makes,
because she feels ugly.
The bags under her eyes,
because she can't sleep.

These marks you see,
she makes.
To feel pain,
to feel prettier,
to not rest.

Until her body is a goner.
These marks you see,
she makes.