The true is right here in the details
She feeds off of what fails
Try's to rebels
For she leaves unmarked trails
Nobody knows who she use to be
But you see,
the glaze in her eyes is a often disguises
She likes to minimize problems,
Or often hide them
She stands by what's wrong
Instead of right
Others often consider her soul out of sight
She says she might have changed a little
But others say a lot
For she's often caught up in the little trail of dots
She's says I love myself a lot,
she thought it would be easy to rebel,
But it's like hell
Her smoking **** and taking pills,
she says it kills
For she wants to change
And is hoping to start today
She wants to start a new trail,
And knows it won't fail.