Her Happy Place.

turn the music up just a little louder, please
stare silently out the window, into the blur of trees
a smile creeps on her make up covered face
once at home she crawls into her happy place.

the tin can containing the blades, razors, and knives
they think she's stopped, but hey, it is her life.
pops a few pills, painkillers and anti-depressants
combine these two together and her soul finds distance.

blare the screamo music in her locked room
light another candle and feel her world zoom.
lays her tools down on the floor
damn, this rush is so good, she's begging for more.

hold the blade over the fire
her eyes light up with pure desire.
swallow just one more pill
she sits back and enjoys the thrill.

absorb this moment while it lasts
don't think of the pain when its pasts
she wishes she could feel this all the time
she wishes her life wasn't actually m-i-n-e...