Story of a Girl

There she sits all dressed in black
Quickly downing a six-pack
Dwelling on the draw backs
Of a life she can\\t keep on track

Through the burning
She is yearning
For something to help the charring
From scarring

With each and every hack
It hits he like a smack
The sting of each cut
Only makes her feel more like a s/l/u/t

With every slice
It feels like she\\\'s rollin\\\' life\\\'s dice
With every rip of flesh
she feels a state of refresh

With every slit, shred, cleave, tear
It\\\'s the only thing to help her bear
All the scars taint
Like vicious war paint