Too Pretty to Cry.

Too pretty to cry, too happy to die.

Holding onto the outside appearence that makes her loved -

she can't live without this fact.

She knows she can't let loose blood;

"I'm better than that, I wouldn't stoop that low,
I would be a freak if I cut!" she knows this isn't so.

"It'll save you, just do it once.

No one will notice, or care;

Why don't you just slice open your wrists? -

Be my guest if you dare."

Whispering in her ears, the words of sin

She does all she can to ignore it

to keep clear skin.

"My dear child, it doesn't take much,

Just do it quick, slide up your sleeve,

Hold the blade tight, find a place on your wrist,

Look at yourself in the mirror,

tell me what you see.

When I look at you, I see me -

Longing to be free.

Keep looking, and ugly will appear."

Don't lie, I know this is what you fear

Covering her mouth, she chokes back her cries...

She looks in the mirror and sees all the lies,

too ugly to grin, to scarred to show her skin.

"My child - the one with the blade;

You've lived long enough, now you can fade.

I don't need you anymore, no one wants you,

Why don't you cut your wrists, like you always do?

No one cares, no one sees.
I've had my fun, Go; set your blood free."

She doesn't know what to say, she collapses to the floor

She had so many secrets, evil she did bore.

She screams, 'til her tears run dry, then she knows

She was too happy to die, too pretty to cry.