She was always told its for the good of her health,
Took the pills her boyfriend gave her right off of the shelf.
Locks the door, lays on the floor, cigarette against her lips.
Ask the dust, kiss the wind, to die she can't resist.
I don't need to be anywhere
Ties her hair and puts it up, neatly in a bun.
Swappin' spit, and angel fit, to know how to have fun.
Digs her nails into the skin she bled until she scratched.
Grabs the vase her mother gave her smashed against the glass.