I walk around with my painted smile
It seems to be the newest style

I spend my time pleasing everyone else
I need some time to myself

When I come home from being so fake
I'm going to put my life at stake

I sit in my chair, with the knife in hand
Telling myself I think I can

I put the knife to my wrist
And clench together my raging fist

I grin as my pain is soon released
Wow for once I have been pleased

The blood drips, so perfectly
I actually did something for me

I fall asleep and dream of this
I miss the knife's graceful kiss

I awaken and lye there for awhile
Then put on my painted smile

When I leave my house I just want to die
Knowing I'm living the perfect lie
 
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