She hopes,
she cries,
she fakes a smile,
she dies inside.

Little do they know
when shes alone,
she spills her guts
through pills and cuts.

Her eyes glisten but not because shes sad,
but because shes mad at what she has became.
The rumers that lay deep down,
inside her wrists.

She may seem happy,
thats all a lie.
Cause little do you know,
shes dying inside.

                                                        ­               -MLZ