She was once a happy girl
She was full of life and wonder, all until one summer
Drugs took her happiness, drugs took her life
She was no longer a happy girl, she was the girl that put on fake smiles and pretended but when she got home she'd find relief with a razor blade and would sit and watch herself bleed.
All god wants is a little entertainment, so he plays with people lives to see how long they last, torturing them with their own pain. And when people ask us what it feels like to still be alive, we all say
" we're not alive, we"re just ghosts with a pulse. We are gods puppets and he is our puppet master, so if you think we should rejoice that we're alive, you should try breathing when everyone else wants you to stop" and then we fade
