The crowd gathers to watch her desecrate herself 
She cries in the moonlight
Trying to keep her head, trying not to get hurt
The scars of last night join the rest and stand out 
The bar is set so high, that she can’t even reach 
Life is a monster that looks like a beach 

Coming to your own in a new life
High praise and souvenirs 
White lies with so much to fear
She grinds and gets away, so much in her life that she wish she could redo 
Undone on pills, liquor in the pit of the pile
Bad times to pass out, so many times she woke up black and blue

So many times that she wish that what she saw wasn’t true 

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