There’s always been a side
One that’s not so pretty
She’s not in the mirror or here
This is not your definition case
She’s deep in the eyes, hiding idle
You won’t see her, unless you truly look in
Underneath the facade she wants you to believe in

It’s unexplainable, cold, dark, lonely, and shattered heart
Lost broke with an image that’s distort
More than a drug of natural pain killers
It’s past her mind and into her soul
She sees her blood to feel and know she’s more
The control is there is else, nowhere
The pain is a rush, like a bad relationship

Crimson red brings satisfaction to light
She deserves it, it was worth it, all the disguise
Her best friend is now a shiny, sharp object
It’s too difficult to explain to outsiders
Please, secretly want it and know nothing different
Break any addiction or bad habit combined
Along with feeling closed in at desperate times