Strest.

Deep in those blue-green eyes
It's a swamp full of muck
I'm the girl your parents warned you about when they said
,"The bad will get you stuck."

All my eyes have seen is horror

Without my razor there is no relief
And that's the only fact that can double as a belief

My smoke is the only thing that keeps me calm
It's the only reason I smile during the day and
,"Play along."

Starving and puking is the only thing that can bring me to any form of beauty

And that brings shame to my family
They say "YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!"
As they stay on the subject I struggle to change it to another

I can't wait to be the next "wreck" they see

Be the one they believed in
Steadily making my way further to sin

I'm the only one who knows I'm going to fail
Like when Thomas Andrews argued the Titanic wasn't ready to sail

Compare my life to that of yours
Tell me how bad I'm doing
And tell me I'm wrong

As I tell myself "I'll hear this all day long"
I'm not a bad person

I've just been put to the test
And even the smartest kids make mistakes when there stressed