I'm trying to see through this charade,
Get down to the bare marrow.
But darling, this is a swan song,
I can feel it in my bones.
Cigarette ash and cheap old wine,
Mend the tears in my skin.
But every time I think too hard,
It's like pouring salt on the wounds.
Girls like me, we don't break easily,
But when we do, it's like falling into the abyss.