This pretty little blade
it sparkles and it shines
leaves me so confused
emotion of all kinds

Will it make me better
or just add to the pain
Will i sit here in silence
Watching my blood drain

This pretty bottle of booze
will you make me ok
all my troubles gone
just puke them all away

Let me pass out
maybe trip and take a fall
black of from reality
just forget it all

This pretty bag of weed
Can I smoke until I'm lost
eighth after eighth
building up the cost

One hit then another
pass it then hit again
if you try to stop me
you're no longer my friend

This pretty little pill
that you made me take
it cured all my problems
it numbed away my ache

A blue butterfly
floating through my mind
why stop...your content
the answer I'll never find

This pretty little boy
that wont let me run away
is adding to my problems
not making them ok

Buy me more booze
and some weed and a pill
then once again I'm yours
the girl whose life you killed

All these pretty little things
that make me struggle to survive
are the only things that happen
to be keeping me alive


-Amanda

 
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