The Life
I wish I could tell you a pleasant, happy, story
about a girl and her wonderful inner glory
But she is plagued by others outer beauty
the pressure to be perfect is a battle she's losing
She's stuck, caged in world where society rules
with a strict upper hand and plays for fools
you'd suspect that this girl grew up good
but you don't fucking know what this girl's been through
You always judge by what you happen to see
and what you see is a prominent white family
with more riches than rags, but rags you should believe
this is a life that you've strongly misconceived
a mom sits and prays to god for what she's missing
like the devil watching, whose ass she's kissing
and her daughter who dreams, constantly wishing
that something would come up, a new addition
she died one day, ontop of fallen leaves
under the patch of heavily shaded trees
where an asshole took her virginity
the thought of it even makes her heave
she lost herself in a quickened rush
it came briefly after the first thrust
her mind kept telling her to hush
but her face was tearstained and flushed
she closed her eyes and tried to take herself higher
her loud screams where like preaching to the choir
her outbreak with depression didn't come much prior
but to say it wasn't hard would make her a liar
you'd never know the things she had to endure
like popping pills, drugs, being called a whore
smoking weed, booze, even cigarettes,
don't you know she's a fucking mess
but all she wanted was to stop being depressed
she slit her wrists to find a cure for her pain
to cut herself out of her body, make blood rain
inside her head she was going insane
her fame, with a proper image to maintain
nothing helped, she reached an emotional drain
she broke mirrors with her lack of confidence
she is met with a harsh damn consequence
her knees hit the hard bathroom floor
not even a second after she locked the door
and there she will sit and ignore
that boy beating on the bathroom door
the water runs to drown out the sound
of the harsh reality that can't be found
"you need help!" he cried
"i'll take you there." he tried
he was the one that put her there
made her feel worthless like he didn't care
his banging on the door was nothing but a dare
"Please don't do this. You're beautiful, I swear."
she didn't want to hear the problems she'd denied
she didn't want to face, keep them buried inside
All the while, she was throwing up her pride
just a small little sign that society was her guide
not matter how hard, she never figured it out
why in one measly girl there could be so much doubt
she waited for something, anything to come about
she never understood why men told her "You're pretty."
her face was painted black with fucking fury
like she was standing against the 'perfect' jury
but she doesn't want to hear your pity
it was the same thing, always, constantly
"Can you please get the fuck away from me?"
all she wanted was to be alone
with her walls tall and hard as stone
living a life as if she broke every bone
she might have heart, but hardly a soul
she fakes that smile as she hits from the bowl
and for a little while she feels under control
but soon enough she drowns in a black hole
she searches for all the answers inside a boy
who played her heart like a baby toy
with colors and shapes used to destroy
its a shame how easy it was to break her joy
to put her trust in something easily broken
at a loss for words left unspoken
he cashed her in for a fucking token
of pride, he can see he had her wrapped
kept her trapped, strapped, easily slapped
but she knew exactly what she was doing
like a witch she was constantly brewing
up new plans for him she was pursuing
but her body rests for the viewing
she lost the battle she was fighting for
like a cheap whore, she was nothing more
and even then she always swore
to smile like she could even the score
but even that was more than a chore
she fought for herself, caught herself
even when sinking she brought herself
to smile like there was nothing else
bothering her, keeping her from being free
from opening her eyes, to disagree
to stop drowning out at see
the worst part, is this girl is me
about a girl and her wonderful inner glory
But she is plagued by others outer beauty
the pressure to be perfect is a battle she's losing
She's stuck, caged in world where society rules
with a strict upper hand and plays for fools
you'd suspect that this girl grew up good
but you don't fucking know what this girl's been through
You always judge by what you happen to see
and what you see is a prominent white family
with more riches than rags, but rags you should believe
this is a life that you've strongly misconceived
a mom sits and prays to god for what she's missing
like the devil watching, whose ass she's kissing
and her daughter who dreams, constantly wishing
that something would come up, a new addition
she died one day, ontop of fallen leaves
under the patch of heavily shaded trees
where an asshole took her virginity
the thought of it even makes her heave
she lost herself in a quickened rush
it came briefly after the first thrust
her mind kept telling her to hush
but her face was tearstained and flushed
she closed her eyes and tried to take herself higher
her loud screams where like preaching to the choir
her outbreak with depression didn't come much prior
but to say it wasn't hard would make her a liar
you'd never know the things she had to endure
like popping pills, drugs, being called a whore
smoking weed, booze, even cigarettes,
don't you know she's a fucking mess
but all she wanted was to stop being depressed
she slit her wrists to find a cure for her pain
to cut herself out of her body, make blood rain
inside her head she was going insane
her fame, with a proper image to maintain
nothing helped, she reached an emotional drain
she broke mirrors with her lack of confidence
she is met with a harsh damn consequence
her knees hit the hard bathroom floor
not even a second after she locked the door
and there she will sit and ignore
that boy beating on the bathroom door
the water runs to drown out the sound
of the harsh reality that can't be found
"you need help!" he cried
"i'll take you there." he tried
he was the one that put her there
made her feel worthless like he didn't care
his banging on the door was nothing but a dare
"Please don't do this. You're beautiful, I swear."
she didn't want to hear the problems she'd denied
she didn't want to face, keep them buried inside
All the while, she was throwing up her pride
just a small little sign that society was her guide
not matter how hard, she never figured it out
why in one measly girl there could be so much doubt
she waited for something, anything to come about
she never understood why men told her "You're pretty."
her face was painted black with fucking fury
like she was standing against the 'perfect' jury
but she doesn't want to hear your pity
it was the same thing, always, constantly
"Can you please get the fuck away from me?"
all she wanted was to be alone
with her walls tall and hard as stone
living a life as if she broke every bone
she might have heart, but hardly a soul
she fakes that smile as she hits from the bowl
and for a little while she feels under control
but soon enough she drowns in a black hole
she searches for all the answers inside a boy
who played her heart like a baby toy
with colors and shapes used to destroy
its a shame how easy it was to break her joy
to put her trust in something easily broken
at a loss for words left unspoken
he cashed her in for a fucking token
of pride, he can see he had her wrapped
kept her trapped, strapped, easily slapped
but she knew exactly what she was doing
like a witch she was constantly brewing
up new plans for him she was pursuing
but her body rests for the viewing
she lost the battle she was fighting for
like a cheap whore, she was nothing more
and even then she always swore
to smile like she could even the score
but even that was more than a chore
she fought for herself, caught herself
even when sinking she brought herself
to smile like there was nothing else
bothering her, keeping her from being free
from opening her eyes, to disagree
to stop drowning out at see
the worst part, is this girl is me