Red turns to Black,
new scars and long sleeves,
please don't find me,
hidden beneath this thin cotton sheet,
please don't find her lying on the bathroom floor,
where all her hopes seem to lie,
broken like the shards of glass she used to make that red turn black,
alone, darling i'm alone lying on this bathroom floor,
this reds turning black and starting to flood the floor,
this is what i wanted,
so why do i desperately want help?
Hey, wreckless girl lying on the bathroom floor,
another relapse here we go,
with the girl lying on the bathroom floor.
i bet you feel weak.
i bet you feel like there isn't a point.
there only isn't a point if you don't stop.
"fix yourself" we always hear,
but it's so difficult for us girls on the floor,
"she looks so happy, she wouldn't commit suicide!"
yet here she lies dead, the girl, on the floor.
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