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
