The Story

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