She covers the scars on her arms so well
Hiding the evidence of her own private Hell
The feeling of blood is still crawling on her skin
And her fingers are down her throat to make herself thin
These voices are coming around again
The voices that caused all of the pain
Her parents don’t notice, she cries by herself
Willing herself to get better in the name of her health
The blood drips from every pierced vein in her arm
She doesn’t see that she has a problem, she doesn’t see the harm
These voices are coming around again
The voices that cause her pain
Her body is decaying, it’s just wasting away
She doesn’t see the harm or how the voices betray
She’s not hurting anymore because it just feels so right
She’s too weak to eat, but too hungry to fight
These voices are coming around again
The voices that cause her pain
Her veins are broken, her flesh is raw
It’s too late; she’s slumped over on the floor
Her fingers in her throat, razor blade at her side
The day when her heart and problems collide
The voices in her head becoming more and more evil
She’s been heading here for so long, on this downward spiral
These voices are coming around again
The voices that caused her pain
The voices are back for more
It’s too late; she lies dead on the floor.
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