Driven by success
She falls flat on the floor
Faking this perfection
She can't take it anymore
With a smile on her face
But tears in her heart
She holds herself together
While tearing herself apart
Where does she run to
When there's nowhere left to hide?
The only thing she thinks of
Is the razor at her side
When she screams out
No one is listening
She turns to her side
The red glistening
She sings softly to herself
A sweet little lullaby
While she's counting all the ways
All the ways she could die
