They think she's happysee her smile and just assumebut what they don't know might kill herit might lead her to her doom  Little do they knowher mind has the controlshe is slowly dyingsoon she may very well go  In her eyes is the painon her arms are the scars to proveto prove the battles she has foughtand a war she may very will lose  The sleeves and pantshide her scarsand a smilehides her tears   All she really wants is suicidebut little do they know