One little trouble, one little sin,
The voice inside was a deadly din.
She made the same mistake, again and again,
Sent one, three, five, ten.
She made herself trash, garbage, waste.
And if she could possibly go to heaven, she would kill herself with haste.
But she thinks she's a loser, a skank, a sinner.
So day by day, her strips of unharmed skin become thinner.
