Behind the dress
Is a lost girl
Confused about the world she was born in
She tried to hide her emotions In its attractive style
High above her knees
Her matching underwear you can see
When her dress catches a breeze
Drowned herself in pills
Plague by insomnia
It's hard for her to sleep
Not wanting to die in solitude
A man she met tonight keeps her company
Made sure he saw her
Drew him in with her sweet dress
He asked about her cuts while they lay
They're just inflictions of her past she would say