She's so tired of waking up, so tired
Dark circles under her eyes, she's so tired
Thinking god forgot to put her wires together like macgyver
But her smile shines well of a thousand watts and higher
Desire to go out without assistance
They're afraid an episode is inevitable
Seven months old, the first storm
Mother and father in tears over the crib watching their first born
As her retinas flutter, body shivers
Gift or a curse is what the good doctor delivered
Efforts to cope, they hold her at nine years old
Nine years strong, they hold her down when she convulse
Check her pulse, it beats her down whole-heartedly
Was tranquil and quiet prior to her starting a scene
Trying to communicate through a channel
She blew a fuse and lost the signal when it was scrambled
She's a lot like us in a billion ways
Everyday seems the same
Round and round, round the way
And when i think about it
I wanna turn my face
Never be seen anyone
She hates what she sees in the mirror
Nervous, can't understand why she can't cheer up, it's not working
And i could get a little slimmer is what she thinks
In front of her body frame just left of the school pictures
More junk food than a chute, chuck it in the garbage
Sloppily treating her body like a dumpster then she vomits
Violently, doubled over then wash up
The bile in me goes quicker than anybody would ever notice
Ten pounds less and still going
Chipper in front her friends, the binges well kept
Her face is sunk in, there's not much else left of her self-esteem
One too many failed attempts
With vanity bad as her teacher know she can't keep this up
She's turning into what she eats
Depressed and thinks she's fat no matter what
Across from her shrink hysterically crying saying i've had enough
But when i think about it
It makes me turn my face
When the beast sinks its teeth in me
We are a lot like her in a billion ways
Golden angel go lay
A billion days, a billion days
Wasted
Take one step forward and two steps back, back, back
There ain't no pill that i know gonna bring her back
So scandalous, a vampire on beat in the heat of the night
She's admired from a distance through a slab of glass
In the eyes of a man who pays cash for ass
He pulls up alongside and asks how much
And she replies twenty for a blow, fifty for a -
Only eighteen and still a child, she climbs in
And hikes it up, he slides in and then busts
She's a lot like us in a billion ways
Everyday seems the same
Round and round, round the way
And when i think about it
I wanna turn my face
Never be seen anyone
