I'll forgive you and your mistakes
I'll overlook the wrong choices that you make
I'll pretend that everything is fine
If you think it'll help

Looking out the fogging window
I figure I oughta get dressed soon
But I don't see much purpose in going anywhere
If no one would notice anyway

But I'll get up, and go to school
Do my work, smile, and follow the rules
And I'll wait until the end of the day
Go back home and hide in my shame
If you think it'll help

Same old fog, different window
Feels like one of those days where I get low
I figure it's time when I look at the clock
And slowly I get dressed, make my way out to the dock

If I were to choose any ol' death
I'd say drowning would fit me best
pulling the trigger just makes me jumpy
And hanging suspended, well I like my feet on the ground.

Floating above the sandy depths
I give myself the credit of one last breath
My hair floats around my porcelain face
I balance motionless with my ballerina's grace
But I remembered to wear that dress
and put my hair back the way you liked best
And I'll write goodbye cards to everyone who'll forget

If you think it'll help
 
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