So young, naive
open her head, blank slate
we’ll paint a beautiful masterpiece
but our paints made of poison
and she’s done for
fingers pointed, sharp words spoken
critics churning venoms in her mind
do you see her crying?
Her tears are spilling
create a tidal wave
and drown all the hope in the world
take this time
to realize what we’ve done
she’s like a hollow shell
so dark and cold
she just wants a hand to hold
cause she’s slipping away
do you see her crying?
Can you hear her dying?
now we see
this poor girl grown
giving up on life
for she’s all alone
in a hole, and we looked passed
do you see her crying?
Her tears are spilling
create a tidal wave
and drown all the hope in the world
her eyes are blank
and her bodies dying
but her thoughts are churning
and her lips are moving
“Thank’s for trying, but I’m still dying”