Whatever you want it to mean
She's been fighting for so long
But lately her life has been falling apart
She mourns as she sings in her songs
And she calls the ugly looking cuts a form of art
In her bed she lays
Cries and prays
But now she's left with thoughts
And decided to take the road that will lead her to stop
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