In place for all to see,
Her flaws are covered up by makeup,
Her scars beneath her sleeves.
No one sees the blood that's pooling,
Tissues soaked, so dark and red.
No one knows just what she's hiding,
In a box beneath her bed.
A perfect plastic little girl,
Who thought the cuts were just a game.
But now she's grown and knows the difference,
But her cuts stay just the same.
The moon is rising, time slips by,
Our plastic girl is still awake.
The razor slips beneath her hands,
The skin beneath it, open, breaks.
Time moves slow, her heart beats fast,
She knows the pain can never last.
So open to closed, and open again,
So the feeling will never pass.
The blood is sweet, her tears fall thick,
The sweat beneath her palms is slick.
The tinge of rust in her bitter mouth,
And all she wants is to get it out.
And so our plastic little girl,
Bleeds herself to sleep.
Crying for the loss of her soul,
But never makes a peep.
The morning after, when she wakes,
She cleans away the mess.
And by the time her parents come,
There is nothing left.
Her beautiful secret, her deadly love,
Sent from somewhere, below or above.
She needs it too much to ever let go,
So the plastic girl will never know.
She IS alive, she COULD be well,
If only she hadn't convinced herself.
But the power of suggestion in the depths of her mind,
Is the only thing keeping her from being truly alive.
And so that perfect, plastic girl,
Will go on, living in a phony world.
Her smile is false, but nobody knows,
While the desperation inside her grows.
She keeps her secrets, she tells her lies,
And nobody can tell that she's dying inside.
Til the end of the story, til the one fateful night,
When the blood wouldn't stop, and something just wasn't right.
She begged and she cried, pleaded for it to end,
But no longer, no longer could she even pretend.
She sat in pure silence, waiting to die,
And as her eyes closed, she whispered only "Goodbye."