She wears her *heart* on her sleeve
She loves the applause
She's everything she wanted to be
Yet her best friend is sharp and {cutting}
Drowningdrowningdrowning
She takes everyone d o w n
Because that's all perfection is
Isn't it really?
She hears their w.h.i.s.p.e.r.s
.Naïve
So she cakes on a little more {makeup}
And makes her smile that little bit faker
No one notices the [sparkly] lines
Etched across her wrist in red
{You're so fat. Why can't you be like her?}
She p r e t e n d s she doesn't hear
But at night, leaning against the toilet
Somehow it all comes *flooding* back
And she feels [pretty] again
Hold your head high g.o.r.g.e.o.u.s, they would kill to see you
Fall.