she learned more than just to exist
to be ignored in the streets of misfits
they use their words like bullets and she misunderstood it
they killed more than just her dreams with
accusations that they screamed at
her holding the broken pieces, unknowing that she would do it
and its a fine line before she unwinds
the ticking clock, steals away,
a careless thought and no one's safe
escape the atmosphere before the end is here
hold on, before it's too late, we blow away
sick of life and sick of trying, skeletons that she's been hiding
come out in tears she's crying, please don't do it!
she hates who she's been and become,
won't face herself and her problems
too scared to fight 'em alone, please don't do it!
its a fine line before she unwinds