Black heart, white skin
Faded red scars that she's covered in
Deep purple bruises, tired blue eyes
Long sleeve blouses and makeup are her disguise
Golden blonde hair, rosy pink lips
Dark brown liquor from the bottle she sips
Murky green water, orange sunset skies
She's finished living in this world of lies

The relentless sky releases its downpour
Droplets pounding against the glass
I do not even bat an eye
As I hear the lighting clash
I listen to the thunder boom
Like the mighty lion's roar
Inside my head with my unappeasable demons
I am persistently at war
The battle is unfolding
The storm still raging on
I wonder when both will cease
I wonder if I'll live til dawn
The only thing I wish for is from my shackles to be free
I have to ask, which is worse
The storm outside or the one brewing inside of me?

Boiling blood, pounding heart
I knew someday we'd be torn apart
Body to body, skin to skin
Where does our story even begin?
I was naive, experience I lacked
Little did I know your intentions were cracked
Thought it was love, but it was really just ***
Oh how I pity the poor girl who's next

The radiant golden sun begins to peek over the horizon and illuminate the morning sky, but I can't take my eyes off of you
The way your disheveled honey locks fall in your face
The way your chest rises and falls with each breath, like an ocean wave crashing against the shore
The sun's rays begin to light up the room, causing you to groan and open your eyes
Your raspy voice murmurs "good morning," as you brush a piece of hair from my face
Your bright emerald eyes are staring into my deep blue ones, and I feel warm inside like a morning brew
The mornings spent with you, my dear, are mornings well spent

My body is here, but my mind is elsewhere
A storm stirs up inside of me, causing a tsunami of tears to spill from my eyes
Shaking, screaming, sobbing, but I can't hear a sound
All noise overridden by the voice inside my head
I want out of this place, but I fear where I will go
So I swallow my pride, and a handful of pills, finally freeing myself from this living hell

How do you gain the will to live
When all you want to do is die?
When you stop caring about everything, and just stop wondering why
The empty silence fills my brain, with nothing to fill the void
All I want is to feel again, I'm becoming quite annoyed
The little voice in my head whispers thoughts of suicide
They grow louder and louder day by day, and someday I just may try

Make me your masterpiece, if you will
Claim me as your own
Leave your signature inked in my milky skin
Let your lips and hands explore the soft curves of my small frame
Coax the sounds out of me that no one else can
And don't stop until I've become an exasperated mess beneath you