I have to see if I’m able
To relay my story
No fiction, no fables
Just the plain truth
As it is..Laid out on the table
I don’t like it
But I’ve been told
That I'm somtimes unstable
I’m a beautiful girl
So I’ve been told
But that’s why it will never work
Because I’m suicidal, suicidal
Cuz I’m all screwed up
It started when I got my boobs and butt
Guys started paying way too much attention
Looking way too much
The girls I hung around didn’t like that
Because they didn’t have my luck
So they just ran their mouths
Talked shit and started stuff
Now I’m in a mental hospital
Commanding these voices to hush
They talked me into cutting my wrist
They said pills wouldn’t be enough
So I guess they win
Another beautiful girl washed down the drain
All because I lived
I’ll be suicidal again
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