my mother told me i could be anything i wanted
to bad she didnt know i wouldnt make it there
my father told me i was beautiful
too bad no one could say that about his little girl
my best friend told me i was worth something
but me and the voices has an better understanding
because we both know im worthless
and we both know i should be dead
so as i lock my door
i realized that im listening to the voices in my head
pretty soon the pain is gone
and i take the walk that wont be long
my mother told me i could be anything i wanted
too bad she didnt know i wouldnt make it there
my father told me i was beautiful
and the voices said i looked great with scars
my best friend told me i was worth something
too bad i didnt believe her till i was gone
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