Skeleton

She's skele-tin thin, hairs down to her hips,letting words of hate on in, what's she doing with that razor in her skin, someone save her, she's begin-ning, to think NOBODY LOVES HER!

Perfection perfection, she does this for affection, she does it for attention, she does it because of something somebody mentioned!
I think she does it for protection from everyone's projections.
Sick of being rejected, is this what anyone expected?!

The pills and blades are her only meal, without these tools on her table, she doesn't know how else to feel
Like anything is real, not love, not lust, so she slits her wrists with bits of steel.
She grabs the air and swallows down with her bones exposed as she kneels.

How would you feel, if this happened to someone you loved?
How would you feel, if you felt their bones with every hug?
How would you feel, how would you feel if you were the one?

The one that called her names, the one that caused her pain, the one that made her cut deep into her fucking veins?
How would you feeling knowing that she's not the only one that changed.