Hey little girl
What's going on
You cant fool me
I can see how you cry when they close their eyes
you dream about dyeing almost every night
You can clam that your fine all that you want
but you cant say your prayers are for hope because their not
They cant take it back, don't pull out a flask
Because their is no alcohol
Look in the mirror and tell me what you see
I can see your dreams are dyeing
down another pill, just for the thrill
of a promised ending
it might not be happy but who really cares
you just want to get away from hear.
so little girl have you made up your mind
about how this story ends douse it end tonight
you pull out your notebook and write a little more
'it should have ended before'
you don't say so long because they wont  see you again
this is the fun of it