I know this girl
I know this girl who takes pills for the pain, Her green eyes, how they love the rain. I hear her cries, I see her lies. She's a girl with long hair, She a girl who tends to stare. This girl just wants to be pretty. She hates the way she attracts pitty. There's this girl who cuts her skin, She's told what she does is a sin. But the god she used to love died, I guess he was only there for the ride. This girl has scars that marr her body, She never gets called a hottie. This girl is me, I am this girl.
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