I Know A Girl Who Looks For Love In All The Wrong Places,
Every Guy She Meets Is The Same Demon Behind Different Faces.
Through All Of Those Times She'd Feel Everyone's Whispered Disgraces
While Her Struggle To Find The Right One Was Shown With Visible Traces.
It's Such A Shame To See Her Mistreated, She's Broken And Bent,
Not Dead But Depleted, In Her Eyes Her Demise Is Being Completed.
No Matter What She Does The Tragic Endings Are Repeated.
Her Loud Silent Cries And Restless Eyelids, Her Known Self Violence,
She Tried To Keep Calm And Enjoy The Silence. If Only Someone Could
Help Her Ignore Her Mind's Threats. Why Does She Continue To
Decide This, All For A Sense Of Unfaultered Bliss That Isn't Cold Steel
That's Biting Her Wrists? She Keeps Walking Through Rainstorms
Only To Find A Disappeared Oasis, Chained Down To Ground Another
Victim Of Loves Lustful Poison Kiss.