"The girl is dead"

They want to lock me away,

Somewhere white-tiled with glaring lights,

So that I won't scar their reputation,

Tarnish their perfection,

I'll save them some time,

Lock myself away,

In a coffin,

There is only one way they'll confine me,

They won't take me alive,

So I'LL take me dead,

I don't like this medication,

Chasing away the voices in my head,

You'll be free of the burden of a girl who's lost her mind,

I can hear your joyous cries,

"The girl is dead! The girl is dead!"

Reside in morgue, coffin, hell.

The End

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