There was a girl, only fifteen years old
Or so the storys been told
She grew cold
She was a young, bold woman
She never understood her parents
When she was young
Little did she know what would come
Her parents broke up, they grew apart
Seeing her dad cry broke her heart
She then got anxiety
Couldnt breathe, felt left out of society
And she smiled after she cried
Was in war with her own mind
Oh, yes, she tried to get better in time
But making it on her own has left some scars on her skin
You know
Cut deep to the bone and until now
Shes still bleeding
There was a boy
Two years older than the girl I told you about before
He was being strong
Or at least he pretended to be, I might be wrong
But when a friend died, even he cried
Even though he tried to hide it
Nobody wanted to talk
But he knew, his sister just needed a hug
Cause making it on her own has left some scars on her skin
You know
Cut deep to the bone and until now
Shes still bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
Making it on her own
Cut deep to the bone
Until now, she is breathing
