There was a girl I used to know.
She once asked me,
'How do I kill the demon inside me,
Without killing myself?'
There was a girl I used to know.
She once believed,
Suicidal people were just angels,
Who wanted to go home.
There once was a girl I used to know,
She once was so happy,
Until they took her, and tore her apart.
So torn apart, she jumped.
She broke her jaw, she ripped her eyes,
And all that she could say was,
'You can't attempt to kill the demon,
Without killing yourself.'
