Two different lives
A piece of s**t
That's what she's called,
She knows no love,
They have no hearts.
They say it's a joke,
It's all fun n' games,
She knows the truth,
They're all to blame.
She slits her wrist,
But covers the cuts,
They don't accept her,
She knows this much.
She lives two different lives,
Can you tell?
On the outside looking in,
Or the inside looking out?
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