I knew a girl who was quite sad.
She was always feeling kinda bad.
She wears a rope around her neck,
Which bears a broken heart locket.
It represents the life she lives,
In which she wishes she was dead.
She's tired of crying,
Tired of trying.
She's tired of lying,
About the scars she's been hiding.
She wants to take a breath,
Take that step.
She wants to soar to another land,
Another home.
But to be honest,
She doesn't know where to go.
She's over and done,
Constantly on the run.
She wants to find peace,
She wants relief.
She drops her smile,
She says goodbye,
And all the while,
They wonder why...
She was the girl that they broke,
And now that girl has choked.
What a sad little tale,
And she's not the only broken girl.
