No matter what you do, nothing comes out perfect.
Everything you try, people criticize, it’s just not worth it.
Everynight, that beautiful girl, sits in her bedroom.
She see’s no purpose in life, all she can do is painfully cry.
You thought she was perfect,
everyone thought she was worth it.
People judge, they think they almost might,
Find out who you are, and get it exactly right.
When weeks passed, soon that day came,
When she came into the world, and was raised around fame.
four o’ clock, five, 6 o’ clock, nine.
All she could say, was, it is now time.
She took out the bottle, untwisted the cap…
Swallowed sixteen pills, with plain water, called tap.
She crawled to her room, layed on the bed.
The next morning, her parents and friends,
found her laying there dead.
Now you should realize, hopefully soon come to see,
that nothing is what, it truly seems to be.