She laughs when she inflicts physical pain
Her face are covered with old stains
Rocking back and forth
She counts to four

Laughing, crying
Her heart is dying
Filled with insecurities and self hatred
That's all she painted

Looks in the mirror
Shivering from her exterior
How can one be alive but feel so dead?
That's all she said

She broke down and counted to four
Who's at the door?
They found her body
She was dead and all ******.