Why don’t you talk to her
Is it because of the
Way that she feels
Is that
The reason they go
She can not help that these
All of these feelings
They crawl up
And cut out her throat
What is your deal? What is your problem?
And now she’s falling straight down, into the clouds, trying to end it
Look in the mirror
Hope to see herself clearer
But as far as she can see
It’s only a fog
Bring her to life again
Pull out your knife again
Repeat the process
Until she goes