She is just a girl
A girl of not yet eighteen
She lives like today is her last
This girl, she lives fast
Her mornings are spent in a sick, sleepy daze
From the pills she stole the night previous
And her alibi is weak
More so than her future, bleak
She lives in a glass house
And still dares to throw stones
For she knows not the bright
She lurks in the shadows of the night
The girl dances around truth with her words
Creating a manipulative curse
Allowing her to gain some control
Unknowingly losing her soul
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