I sleep at night
All nice and tight
Before i fly a kite
And lick a ****

A **** is a girl
That loves anther
Thats sits on a cover
Licking her lover

She covers her scars
By using scarf
As she draws pretty pictures
In a blood like colour
That shows her story
From anther mother

I am not spoken
As i cant tell my pain
She saves me from my sorrow
And the tingling pain

She cut her wrists
As she see the sight of no other
And cares like a mother
When she see her grandmother

From the age of eight
She would cry until  late
And eat a slice of cake
Thats fills her heart with fate

She paints a pretty picture
On her wrist you may ask
That tell her story to the nation
What they can not bear
As they dont care

She has a mother
That sleeps in a cover
With cuffs on her wrist
But with a twist
Of a kiss

While the daughter paints
A pretty picture
On her wrist
In a blood like colour.