Sick

I'm getting skinnier
I'm losing my appetite
My face looks sickly
I can't fit my jeans
They're way too baggy
And I always feel so empty
My head feels like it's about to explode
And my heart always feels heavy
I'll never forget what happened that night...
What happened in that Chevy
It was very cold
The wind was blowing hard
He said he'd keep me warm
So like the stupid girl I am, I hopped in
Despite of being warned
His reputation is horrible
Whenever he walks by
Everyone will scorn
Oh my, how come I didn't have the power to honk the horn?
Scratch, Claw, Kick
Blood and screams filling the back seat
He didn't have enough guts to put it in too deep
Instead he took the blade and made
One
Two
Three slices
I guess that's what I get
For not yet having a license
I can no longer wear a bikini
Unless I want to show my scars
If a jar were to open, bust, or even slightly crack
There would be no way in hell that I'd ever come back
Never step out of the Chevy
Or walk on the beach again
Now I finally know that no one an be trusted
And I can no longer call anyone my best friend