The Fourth Drink Instinct.
With a fake ID and her Daddy's credit card...
This broken angel is about to fall
No longer will she live...
Now I am lost,
Your angry glances cut deep in my heart...
These lines I write
Every word that I spell...
You come to me
In disguise...
Please don't look at me
And say that I'm a freak...
She was daddy's little girl,
When she sat upon his knee...
I'm tired of school, I'm just
being a fool, I know it's not...
Although clear in color they may seem,
Truths untold hidden in scheme...
I stare down at my arms,
and I see what I've done...
Life is full of ups and downs,
Trials and tribulations...
It's too heavy, I scream.
This burden weighing me down...