Walk In Her Shoes W/O Committing Suicide

That little girl
She has nothing to lose
But what they don't see
On her heart there's a bruise

Perfect exterior
They see no flaws
But on the inside
She's scratched up by claws

These claws harm her
But she likes the pain
She knows she's alive
You'd think she was insane

Happy little girl
With no weird bone
Never knowing
Her heart has to be sewn

Not even the toughest thread
Could hold her together
She's never happy
There's always stormy weather

If you still want to be her
Go ahead and try
I want to see you walk in her shoes
Without committing suicide