She's only thirteen when she picks up the razor blade,
Look what the scars have made,
A Girl of only fifteen
Lost all of her dreams,
Now she picks up a joint,
Forgetting the point.
Nothing left to her life at sixteen,
Shes nothing but unhappy and mean.
At Seventeen she gets a bottle,
Finishes it all in one night
No one is left to hold her tight.
She dries her tears
Swallows down her fears.
At age eighteen she wont be seen
She's gone by morning,
How did we miss the Warning.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
She's only thirteen when she picks up the razor blade,
Look what the scars have made,
A Girl of only fifteen
Lost all of her dreams,
Now she picks up a joint,
Forgetting the point.
Nothing left to her life at sixteen,
Shes nothing but unhappy and mean.
At Seventeen she gets a bottle,
Finishes it all in one night
No one is left to hold her tight.
She dries her tears
Swallows down her fears.
At age eighteen she wont be seen
She's gone by morning,
How did we miss the Warning.