another day, another scar
another wish on another star
another girl with hidden pain
you hear this story, again & again

her body shows signs that everyone missed
ribs jutting out, and scars on her wrists,
a bottle of pills in her bottom drawer
it numbs the pain; that's what it's for.

she's an actress; she hides it too well
no one can see that she's going through hell
she has pretty hair, and perfect clothes
all of that effort so nobody knows
-for all the girls out there