And tomorrow,
She's gonna go to school;
and pretend,again, that nothing is wrong.
She's going to smile and laugh like everything's going great.
And when somebody asks if she's okay..
She'll say she's fine.
But when she comes home,
She'll wash that make up right off her face,
put her hair in a messy bun,
and cry,on and on;
until that sharp razor blade touches her wrist, and takes the pain away.