stuck behind the shaddows of shame
with no man to love or claim
left in the dark with all this pain
i'm sure no one could feel the same

always mistaken for an anserine girl
why dont we give the razor a whirl
cut, and slit, and blood pours out
will it **** me, it's nothing i can doubt

a hideous girl trying to face life
trying something new, perhaps a knife
the lines on her arms, a horrible sight
my whole life is dark, there is no light

except for the light that one day i'll follow
and everyone will feign sorrow
but on the inside i feel so dead
no soul, no thoughts, in my hollow head

hearts melting, arms gushing blood
surrounded by a red puddle of mud
all these voices are quietly screaming
are they in my head or am i dreaming

carefully holding the gun to my chest
i need a way out, and death is the best