Young and Happy

They took away her innocence, the tore her apart.

She made her wrists bleed, she created scars.

She's afraid for anyone to see,

The young, happy girl you used to know.

The young, happy girl she used to be.

She doesn't know who she is anymore.

She can only tell you her name.

But  really I guess,

She's only got herself to blame.

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